Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Memory Marinated

on July 19, 2014

I thought I’d make a memory.
Thursday, my two grandkids and Boston Market out to lunch is now routine.
But not today.
Grandchildren six in all were coming in a bunch
For Boston Market lunch and time for games.

My imagination saw a happy day for long recall.
A “Do you remember when?” for everyone.
But Grandma was a role soon left behind.
Abandoning the luxury of being present on the side,
It takes a mom to herd the crowd.

We had our lunch and all went well.
Good food and hungry kids left little time to chat.
It was an ordinary meal.
Nothing long remembered, so I thought.
But memories are elusive things.

As we walked home I trailed behind grandkids.
I looked at them and something stirred in me.
As I write this I feel again the tears.
My mother gone for forty years
Would love to see her daughter, now Grandmother of these six.

6 responses to “Memory Marinated

  1. Touching poem, flowed well. I feel your tears right along with you. Maybe our loved ones do see from the “other side” and great Grandmother is watching!

    • vivachange77 says:

      Thanks. I don’t know where the tears come from and why they are abundant. I like your idea that great Grandmother is watching. That fits. She certainly is a part of my present .

  2. This week, I have five girls visiting, ranging in age from 5-16; and, one is my five-year-old granddaughter the others are grandnieces. In their presence my days are brightened, but the came to Orlando with an agenda to visit Magic Kingdom, Animal Kingdom, Sea World, etc., all outside my comfort zone. So happy I invited the mothers of the grandnieces to tag along and chaperon their outside activities. At 72, I no longer have the energy. Yesterday, the Magic Kingdom visit lasted from 11:00 am until 12:00 midnight.

  3. vivachange77 says:

    I totally understand. My comfort zone wouldn’t handle those excursions, either. I’m glad the grandnieces’ mothers came along.

  4. Plakshi Jain says:

    A heartwarming poem like all your other ones.

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