I Remember Them (Part I)

Grandma, in faded apron, bustles about kitchen;

pouring thick, black coffee for adults at chrome table.

We grandkids nibble homemade cookies and wait expectantly…

Grandpa deliberately fills and lights his sweet-smelling pipe;

he draws in and puffs out elusive smoke rings.

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Grandpa poses in parlor before us, his audience,

dramatically recites Longfellow’s poem, “The Village Blacksmith”;

we sit beneath reproduced painting by that very same name.

(Dad later tells me, when local blacksmith died penniless,

Grandpa quietly paid expenses for funeral and memorial stone.)

_____

Grandma, settles down into her upholstered rocker,

with colorful basket of assorted yarn skeins nearby;

needles click rhythmically as she chats about

annual winter trips to sunny California while knitting

warm pairs of mittens or slippers for our Christmas gifts.

_____

Grandpa & Grandma take us fishing by small dam

where we catch about a hundred whiskery bullheads.

Later, behind house by old pump, we clean them;

Grandpa and Dad behead and gut the wriggly fish;

Grandma batters and flips them into her magic frying pan.

_____

Both grandparents bravely face separate battles with cancer;

Grandpa, after sacrificing most of his stomach to surgery,

overcomes the disease, sucking candy instead of his pipe.

Grandma, who vows never to live in nursing facility, dies

among family at home and achieves her glorious victory!

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. From my Forest (@HamishGunn)
    Jun 12, 2014 @ 18:00:56

    Beautiful – and saddening – words for the senses

    Reply

  2. Sumana Roy
    Jun 12, 2014 @ 03:09:16

    beautiful memories of happiness and inevitability of life…

    Reply

  3. Kathy
    Jun 12, 2014 @ 00:04:39

    Those of us who were lucky enough to spend quality time with our grandparents have many treasured memories…their home sounds cozy, warm, loving, and fun…thanks for sharing

    Reply

  4. Grace
    Jun 11, 2014 @ 23:59:30

    I can smell the homemade cookies and see your grandma kitting on her rocker ~ The memories you have sketched of them are indeed filled with love & happy remembrance ~ Thanks for the stories, smiles ~

    Reply

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