Grandmother Poems

I always like summer
Best
you can eat fresh corn
From daddy's garden
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In my dream,
drilling into the marrow
of my entire bone,
my real dream,
...

September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
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In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
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They sent me a salwar kameez
            peacock-blue,
                  and another
   glistening like an orange split open,
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I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
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Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts
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If the year is meditating a suitable gift,
I should like it to be the attitude
of my great- great- grandmother,
legendary devotee of the arts,
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She begins, and my grandmother joins her.
Mother and daughter sing like young girls.
If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion and sway like a boat.
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Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures: 47 black
faces: my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead) , grand-
fathers (both dead) , brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts,
cousins (1st and 2nd) , nieces, and nephews.They stare
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A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs
but I've never seen wheat in a pile.
Apples, potatoes, cabbages, carrots
make lumpy stacks, but you are sleek
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Old Eddie's face, wrinkled with river lights,
Looked like a Mississippi man's. The eyes,
Derisive and avuncular at once,
Swivelling, fixed me. They'd seen
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harriet
if i be you
let me not forget
to be the pistol
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1.

The dark socket of the year
the pit, the cave where the sun lies down
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There were some dirty plates
and a glass of milk
beside her on a small table
near the rank, disheveled bed--
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I have written this day down in my heart
As the sweetest day in the season;
From all of the others I've set it apart---
But I will not tell you the reason,
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This plot of ground
facing the waters of this inlet
is dedicated to the living presence of
Emily Dickinson Wellcome
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Me thinks much ink
has been spilt
over the poem;
‘Phenomenal Woman’
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"Vocat aestus in umbram"
Nemesianus Es. IV.

E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre
...

Bereft of soul
My body shall be bare.
Bereft of body
My soul shall be bare.
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And Now The Commedia Del'Arte Is Leaving
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"the bruised reed He will not break."
-The New Testament
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that smile on her face,
Waiting for summer vacation
The style of drinking the pan of grandmother's hand,
We had felt the heat stroke,
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I loved sunny and enchanting Sweden
I loved growing up in Sweden
Those were the days of my life
Summer in Sweden such a joy
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Why do you do what you do?

I am human, your brother, your sister
A mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, a friend
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She twentyfour then leaving the clubhouse dim as she walked out she an artist that no one knew only one does that is her childhood friends came wondering if something had happened but yet she realized she remembers once she stepped out of the clubhouse since she volunteers at the Al khor international school brtish stream she was then 25 she can only speak English does it makes her an English She speaks Spanish does it means she a Spanish she grown up a heartbeat of roses a golden vocal been searching by her childhood brothers a dute need a comeback it's so quite ever since she gone memories live on through the childhood memories she since how all her childhood brothers approach the landmark in the city heartbeat of Doha Qatar people mistake her as indian but true she has blood of a royal of jordanian and indonesian but resmbol of her late grandmother who live through her a last wise from a late ghosts that has gone in past prayer is in her mute sadness of her eyes and heartbeat can read by the brothers that she knew her life fill colour and kindness rose her life to others a duet need a comeback it's so quiet ever since she gone memories live on through the childhood memories since she about to leave all her childhood brothers approach the landmark in the city heartbeat of Doha Qatar people mistake her as Indian caused her beauty resmbol so many nationality but true is she has blood of a royal Jordanian and Indonesian but a resmbol of her late grandmother who live through her last wise from late ghosts that have gone in a past prayer is in her mute sadness of her eyes and a heartbeat can read by the brothers that she knew her life fill a colour, and a kindness rose her life to others.
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(for my grandmother Baby Strydom / Elizabeth Filda Strydom)

As a student I was busy in a calculus mathematics class,
when the lecturer informed me about an immediate visit to the rector.
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By Stanley Collymore

Meghan, you're beyond question the
epitome of everything that a highly
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A grandmother's mind
Is full of wisdom.
A grandmother's heart
Is full of love.
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Happy days with grandmother
in the days ago long,
when simmered underneath grandmother's stout look frail,
and I with exuberance bursting, although old and young,
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An Angel on Earth, my Grandmother was
An Angel in Heaven, she is today.
She cared for all, and asked for none in return
For when you were down, she'd lift you off the ground.
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