turning cartwheels
in the school ground yard
mounds of fire ants
swarming
jumping rope double dutch
jacks played for one
hop scotch squares
creating
holding silverware in my hand
tarnished beauty still
i feel her love for me
showing
© March 2014
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Blog
http://mamasemptynest.wordpress.com
My mother remembered her mother as being more of a friend than a mother. She believes this to be so because my grandmother was an only child and she longed for playmates. I guess having five children is one way to do that. I think of the games I played as a girl and that my grandmother sat and played some of those same games with my mom and aunt and then there is the silverware. I probably will never use it but just to open the box and look at it all and know how much it meant to her causes me to remember how much love she had.
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Oh Renee…. 🙂 Big smiles.. I so remember playing ‘Jacks’ at school.. haha… so you have evoked yet another Memory! today.. One that made me smile… Thank you.. I loved your poem and thoughts.. Sue xox
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I played some of those same games and had to side-step mounds of fire ants too…still do out there in the yard. The elderly lady that I assist was an only child too and she ended up having four children and wanted more but her husband said enough already! 🙂 What sweet memories you have of your grandma, Renee. I like that you have her silverware…thanks for sharing.
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Thank You Gayle. She didn’t really have much but I was close to her as a child so mother gave me the silverware and her dolls I later acquired after mother died. A few things to remember them by.
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I’m happy you were chosen to be gifted those items, Renee. I know you must feel blessed to have them.
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