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A Grandmother
A Grandmother
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Hua gathers wood in the quiet of an autumn moment. Her grandmother heart pines for home in the silent woods. But her arms ache with old age in a time of disquiet. Her back bows with the weight of years unaccounted for, until her body trembles with arthritic toil. When falling stars sprinkle in the night, her memories play like shadow puppets. The theater she attended in Beijing as a child becomes her world. And time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.
Published 27th Mar 2018
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27th Mar 2018 5:19am
Awwee.. what a beautiful, yet a touching and sadness you've portrayed with your words!
Aging.... when body fails to function... and all the memories fade...
Time collapses, at the very moment of death...
Can be sad,
yet the life cycle itself...
of birth & re-birth...
Truly is amazing.
Love,
H
Aging.... when body fails to function... and all the memories fade...
Time collapses, at the very moment of death...
Can be sad,
yet the life cycle itself...
of birth & re-birth...
Truly is amazing.
Love,
H
27th Mar 2018 5:42am
Gracias mi amiga. Here I envision a Chinese grandmother gathering wood while her mind travels back to childhood. Thank you darling one for bestowing your love on my poem. It mean the world to me to know that you found meaning here. Indeed as we age our aches and pains increase and our memory gets weaker. But this woman still works just as she has all her life. Thank you sweetness for your enlightened perspective on my story. ;-)
Much love,
John
Much love,
John
27th Mar 2018 9:10am
very lovely , tho sad.
i love this ending line
'time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.'
what a beautiful thing to say
i love this ending line
'time washes away her pain like a flooding yellow river in spring.'
what a beautiful thing to say
27th Mar 2018 5:12pm
Thank you so much Daffodil32. Your description is exactly what I intended this poem to be. And your appreciation of my last line touches me. Thank you from my heart.
John
John
