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Nov 17, 2022
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Grandmother
My first friend
Neverending hugs
A red rocking chair
Inside a little house
Precious memories
Ephemeral at best
What I wouldn't give
For one last chance....
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
RoseBlack
2 years 7 months ago
Thank you
I think of her often especially during the holidays. I miss our talks and hugs of course. She was a gentle, loving soul and even though it's been sixteen years, I miss her just as much.
Candlewitch
2 years 7 months ago
this reminds me of
my Grandma Wright, a very loving farmers wife with two rocking chairs in her big kitchen. she would rock me while holding me on her lap. She was a great cook, especially with pies! I loved her dearly. the other grandma was a nightmare. I love your poem and feel the remorse and regret at the poems end.
*hugs, Cat
RoseBlack
2 years 7 months ago
I was fortunate
She lived with us for her last eighteen months but illness has changed her and those memories were not always fond ones. But those childhood memories are priceless. I miss her so much.
Rosewood Apothecary
2 years 7 months ago
That’s so good
8 lines to relive my entire young childhood. Gold.
Tim
RoseBlack
2 years 7 months ago
Thank you
I thought long and hard about what would be appropriate for our word this week and my grandmother was first to come to mind.
Rula
2 years 7 months ago
Carrie
Your love shines through out . I thought more can be said and shown though. Just my thoughts. I've already enjoyed
Thank you for sharing.
RoseBlack
2 years 7 months ago
Hi Rula
Thank you for reading and for your comments. I could've said a lot more about our time together and things I miss but I felt given the context of the word...less was more.