mother of my mother
I remember her like it was
yesterday…my grandmother,
Mary Magdalene, mother of my
mother, confidant, and crone,
teller of family lore, of Russian
gypsies, garden remedies, secrets
of a distant past, in words I once
understood but can’t recall, days
of magic lived with her and my
grandpa, of lumpy cream of wheat,
whiskey-laced toddies, make-believe
reality, fleeting childhood memories
etched in my heart, ultimately part
of who I am…a bit of quirk, tree
whisperer, faerie friend, maker of
art, ‘twas she who taught me how
to see what others overlook, to
hear the voices in the breeze, to
see the acorns for the trees, to
feel the trembling earth with my
bare feet, my gypsy soul, always
home, no matter where or for
how long, clearly where I’m meant
to be, however short, however bitter
sweet, lessons to glean, new friends
to meet, my grandmother, all this,
taught me, leaving too soon, her
wisdom buried, silenced, from the
questions I have only thought of,
left unanswered now, but life goes on…
those sacred strands, connecting
those who came before, however
dim, inform this mother’s mother’s
child, who lives to tell her own
grandchildren tales of old, of
gypsies, whispering trees, of faerie
folk, we’ll listen to the breeze, dancing
on hallowed ground in our bare feet,
eat lumpy cream of wheat, conjure
our own realities of make-believe,
and come to know no matter where
we find ourselves, we’re always home,
never alone, embraced by kin, by
every gypsy soul who ever lived before
and who is living still in us and will again
~kat
NaPoWriMo 2019 #13 Prompt: write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.
April 13th, 2019 at 12:14 pm
Your poem in honor of your grandmother is so touching it made me cry. It’s so beautifully written!
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April 13th, 2019 at 12:21 pm
Thank you Elizabeth. She was a wonderful woman. When I was young I thought she could do magic…maybe she did! ❤️
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April 13th, 2019 at 12:23 pm
She sounds like the best grandmother a girl could have! I was blessed to have a grandmother like that too ❤️ Maybe that’s one reason your poem resonated with me. That and your artful poetic verse!
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April 13th, 2019 at 12:28 pm
We don’t realize how connected we are to the past and to each other. You and I were fortunate to have grandmothers who understood. ❤️
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April 13th, 2019 at 12:29 pm
Delightful, informative, and clever, and I can see the family resemblance!
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April 13th, 2019 at 12:46 pm
Thank you Peter. I am my mother’s and my mother’s mother’s daughter. 😉
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April 13th, 2019 at 12:55 pm
Fabulous! (@—>—-)
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April 13th, 2019 at 4:04 pm
Thank you Dorna!
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April 13th, 2019 at 12:58 pm
Beautiful Kat. 💜💜
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April 13th, 2019 at 4:06 pm
Thank you Willow❤️❤️🌹❤️❤️
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April 13th, 2019 at 1:24 pm
I am really enjoying this months posts, Kat. Your words are plentiful and they fill me with wonder
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April 13th, 2019 at 4:50 pm
Thank you Violet. I look forward to this challenge ever year. I’m glad you are enjoying it. 😊
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April 13th, 2019 at 2:52 pm
In my mother’s line we have Romanian gypsies. (Big scandal in a Portuguese Ducal house!) This is absolutely beautiful, NTW, and I’m reblogging it to Timeless Wisdoms 😚
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April 13th, 2019 at 2:52 pm
Um, that’s BTW 😋
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April 13th, 2019 at 4:51 pm
I’m not surprised you have a bit of gypsy in you! No wonder we eventually landed here. 😉 thanks Ana.
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April 13th, 2019 at 5:30 pm
Haha! The WordPress Gypsies of the Soul! I like it!
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April 13th, 2019 at 7:08 pm
Yes indeed! I like it too!
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April 14th, 2019 at 12:32 am
😊
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April 13th, 2019 at 2:56 pm
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April 13th, 2019 at 3:18 pm
I’m not surprised you have a bit of gypsy in you! No wonder we eventually landed here. 😉 thanks Ana.
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April 13th, 2019 at 7:30 pm
This is wonderful, Kat. She would be proud.
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April 13th, 2019 at 7:32 pm
Thank you Ken. I really appreciate your encouragement.
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April 13th, 2019 at 9:39 pm
Those who are without a bit of gypsy in them are probably missing out. Love your poem!!
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April 13th, 2019 at 11:08 pm
Thank you Ennle. I agree. 😉
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April 13th, 2019 at 11:19 pm
Most welcome…I’m a bit slow getting back to everyone’s blogs…may be “hit and miss” awhile longer.
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April 15th, 2019 at 6:45 am
❤ Excellent. The more the merrier. 🙂 Lovely photo too.
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April 15th, 2019 at 11:30 am
Thank you! I cherish my old photos.
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