Sophia White

Rookie - 3 Points ('90 / America)

Grandmother - Poem by Sophia White

When I see you in my mind, this is what I see:
A lady clothed in scarlet robes by a glinting sea.
She sings a gentle song that catches setting sun
And turns it into liquid notes as if by angels spun.
As up and down the silver strand the crystal waters run.

All along the shining shore the sea birds wheel and cry
Their anthems join in harmony with ocean’s tender sigh
And together praise the Lady and her spirit fair
They exalt her gentle smile and her loving air.
And she wears a silver crown upon her shining hair.

“No wiser sage! ” the gulls all cry. “None wiser can be found!
Purest wisdom! ” The sky is rippling with the sound.
“No gentler lamb! No sweeter spring! No grander mountain tall! ”
All day the birds wheel to and fro, sea dances to their call.
“The Lady is indeed the noblest queen of all! ”

She bows her head with bashful grin and tosses silver bread.
The setting sun makes a crimson crown about the Lady’s head
As the sea birds dip for crumbs that fall from the Lady’s hand.
Her steps leave silver footprints impressed upon the sand.
Leave a trail to follow – the truest in the land.

Comments about Grandmother by Sophia White

  • Ernestine Northover (5/11/2006 3:20:00 PM)

    Sophia, this is so delightful, it was a joy to read, with such wonderful lines they flowed with such grace. I loved it very much, a very clever write indeed. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 11, 2006

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