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| image: River Irwell by R.A.D. Stainforth |
Mary's Smile
My grandmother
had a smile
deep as this river.
She smiled as she
did the ladies’ hair
and raised six
children.
She smiled as my
grandfather milked
all those cows.
And she smiled
as she asked where
I’d been Sunday night.
Her smile contained
the souls of everyone
she ever knew.
And at night,
as she said her prayers,
she tucked those souls
behind her lips
for safekeeping.
This is a Magpie Tale.
Beautiful poem, and she certainly was a beautiful lady.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful way to remember your grandmother!
ReplyDeleteNeat poem and both of your grandparents were good looking. Easy to see where you got it.
ReplyDeletewonderful memories and a rock to keep in your heart!!
ReplyDeleteHi, I came from Bella's Cul de Sac and have enjoyed looking down all your photos. But this poem/story is just so touching I had to say hello. Incredibly beautiful. If you feel so inclined, stop over at the Marmelade Gypsy!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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