Sunday, April 22, 2018

For Grannie

This world can burn, but as long as she
     lives, I'm still somebody's baby.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

14 comments:

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I miss those deep connections to family....all now gone except my mom.....I am still her child as long as she lives.

Willow said...

See, this is why I love you and your work so much. You know the power of brevity.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this. I remember the feeling, once my grandma, then my mom died. Suddenly i was the matriarch, no longer someone's child. You have such a wonderful Grannie. Enjoy every minute. Get her to tell you all her stories and write them down. I wish i had done that.

Anonymous said...

straight to the heart

brudberg said...

I have a mother clinging on... but it's going to be soon I fear. My mother in law is frail but living.

It does matter to be someones baby.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

We must cherish our loved ones and spend time with them while we still can!

Julian said...

Wow, so much conveyed in so few words.

R.K. Garon said...

Precious!
ZQ

Rommy said...

There's such strength of feeling in that brief verse.

Thotpurge said...

Awww.. that poem has a million stories in it!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ah, lucky you!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

As my father once told me when I was 31 years old, in need of shelter and feeling very much the failure "I don't care if you're 100 years old, you're always going to be my baby." Loved this poem.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

This is so sweet!

dsnake1 said...

i liked the emotions expressed here.