Deborah Cromer

Rookie - 51 Points (San Diego, California)

Grandma's Robins - Poem by Deborah Cromer

When snows have gone and grass comes creeping through,
And sunlight glints on hedges wet with dew,
I watch and listen through my kitchen door,
Until I see the robins winging back once more.

Thus, as the years have passed me one by one,
I wait through each cold month until the sun
Warms through my window, and I wait to see
The springtime bring the robins singing back to me.

The years have fled, I cannot linger long,
But let me hear one note of robin's song;
That I may know the warmth of spring, and then
Just once more see the robins coming back again.

Written by my Grandma,2/12/1956
Ada Briese Cromer


Comments about Grandma's Robins by Deborah Cromer

  • Saadat Tahir (7/27/2012 12:18:00 PM)


    its absolutely breathtaking...the celebration of nature and its inevitability....the frailty of man... all brought together in such a tender and endearing style
    loved reading it...what a treat

    blessings
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  • Fay Slimm (12/9/2009 1:33:00 PM)


    Ah Debbie - - this is filled with warmth and nostalgia - -and has every token of fine narrative poetry - - thank you for posting it - - -your Grandma would be duly proud of your wish that more readers will now be able to enjoy 'Grandma's Robins' in this sweet little verse..... a 10 to be sure from Fay. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2009



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