Mikal Arnold

Rookie - 296 Points (27/11/1941 / UK)

Grandma - Poem by Mikal Arnold

I watched you fade
Away in those short
Young years of mine.

Grey hair framing
A deeply lined face;
Corrugated by life
In the hard lane.

Ten children later,
Your husband no more.
An air of poverty,
Never talked about.  

You were always sat
In your chair by the fire;
Summer and winter

Waiting to give audience
To whoever dropped by,
Radio crackling in the

Mrs Dale, Workers Playtime,
The Archers?
I can’t remember.
You were like a sunflower
In a drought; wilting slowly
Towards the ground
You would soon be part of.

I saw you that week;
I didn’t say goodbye.
I never saw you again

Topic(s) of this poem: family

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2015

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