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Clandestina
Yep, that’s my name, don’t wear it out,
It means one day, someday, we’ll meet.
It’s hard to say without my teeth.
Well I know we met yesterday.
I may be old but I ain’t dead - not yet.
You young’uns got life on a string.
Now when I was young this was farms.
Say, where do you think I was born,
A turnip truck go’in to town?
Heheheh , aww, gimme a break,
I got corn pads older’n you.
I like sittin’ here when I ache.
You feel that? it’s startin’ to rain,
Y’know it’s that time of the year.
Let’s go in, I'll fix us some tea.
Got ginger snaps, you might like some.
I’m so glad you came down this way,
Ain’t often I see folks these days.
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018
It means one day, someday, we’ll meet.
It’s hard to say without my teeth.
Well I know we met yesterday.
I may be old but I ain’t dead - not yet.
You young’uns got life on a string.
Now when I was young this was farms.
Say, where do you think I was born,
A turnip truck go’in to town?
Heheheh , aww, gimme a break,
I got corn pads older’n you.
I like sittin’ here when I ache.
You feel that? it’s startin’ to rain,
Y’know it’s that time of the year.
Let’s go in, I'll fix us some tea.
Got ginger snaps, you might like some.
I’m so glad you came down this way,
Ain’t often I see folks these days.
Copyright©️2018 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018
Published 26th Apr 2018
Author's Note
This is my Day 26 in this year’s April NaPoWriMo.
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26th Apr 2018 4:47pm
I love this little trip... Reminds me of going to Tennessee as a kid to visit my mom's sisters.
Enjoyed reading it.
Tommy
Enjoyed reading it.
Tommy
O thank you, Tomcat, I'm so appreciative of how you and others have been responding to this particular write, because I was so immersed into this woman's character & history while I wrote it. It was a poem whose conception came as easily as... well, ginger snaps. And a place rich in such history as Tennessee seems ideal that your childhood & your family down there would come up vividly. I'm grateful my lady on the porch brought you happy memories.
Jadey <3
Jadey <3
26th Apr 2018 5:54pm
Great folksy speaker with this ... kept me in the poem ... well done dear poetess
Thank you, dear Lil'D, what a lovely reaction to this down-home, home-spun write of mine. I've always loved writing "story" poems when I'd reminisce filled with whimsy and reminding myself how much I miss the people & events I was honored to witness and be a part of while I was such a little squirt. :)
26th Apr 2018 6:06pm
Jadey, you've painted well this scene. I enjoyed your use of rural country colloquialisms they make me chuckle. And ginger snaps are a favorite of mine because they remind me of my dear grandma who made the best😊😊 Brava!
27th Apr 2018 10:31am
Aww thank you dear Bob for sharing that with me. And I'm glad to you stop by for a read. I feel fortunate for having written this piece for the way people have been so willing to tell of their memories that this write helps to inspire up to the surface. And mmm, ginger snaps... people are connecting with that sweet treat across the board. Now I'm sitting as I type my replies to everyone's comment, with my mouth salivating for ginger snaps warm from your grandma's oven, or my grandmother's. Lucky to have been brought up on my Mimi's cooking & baking!
27th Apr 2018 10:41am
It's that unpurchasable ingredient of a grandma's love that makes their sweets more sweet. ❤❤️️
27th Apr 2018 10:47am
Absolutely, my friend, you are so right, and no one can take that away. And thanks so much for stopping by. My thoughts of good will are always with you.
Reminds me of my late grandmother. Excellent work, Jade! I love your logo, by the way...
27th Apr 2018 10:34am
Ohhh thank you so much, my dear crowfly friend! I'm so pleased that my poem has touched you and your younger times with family. Everyone is reminded of a grandmother, and I love that you all are willing to be open about the memories of love & giving.
And thanks for appreciating my little logo! :)
And thanks for appreciating my little logo! :)
27th Apr 2018 1:15am
Love the atmosphere you created here Jade . Really transported me right beside her .
Also , I forgot about ginger snaps until now ! :0
Also , I forgot about ginger snaps until now ! :0
27th Apr 2018 10:39am
Ohhh, thank you, El, for sharing these things with me. I'm so moved as I read what everyone has said, and as I type out my replies, because it means a lot to me how something I've written (and enjoyed writing) has touched you, and all of it in positive ways - with the senses reliving sights, sounds, aromas, taste & touch. Truly moves me. Truly fascinating.
27th Apr 2018 5:29am
Well, I'd love to try one of your ginger snaps one day Jade. I like your poem in the fact that it's unusual; by that, I mean it's different but fresh also. There's a message in there somewhere too about respecting your elders because they have experienced lots & have wisdom in fields that youngers do not. (No pun intended). Nice write. :-)
Why thank you very much, Billy, how thoughtful of you with your comment and its insight. Did this poem bring memories of anyone in particular? Have you ever tasted homemade ginger snaps fresh from the oven? I sure am missing some of the things family used to have as we'd gather round the table over the years where memories of the holidays, and simpler times, were born. :)
Yes, I like the way this poem is written from the perspective of an older relative maybe; cos you ain't that old I think, lol? It is a great little retrospective poem from someone possibly mourning a former childhood when life was simpler. I like the country twang hints throughout; the shortening of words.
I have only had gingerbread men, not snaps & certainly not straight from the oven. ;-)
I have only had gingerbread men, not snaps & certainly not straight from the oven. ;-)
Her name came to me first. Then, as she fleshed out in my mind, I recognized her as a compilation of several family members: both those known while they were with us, and those who were gone before I was born & never personally knew, but got to know whenever I sat among family during get-togethers and would hang on to their every word as I kept quiet to respect the words passing back & forth honoring our ancestors.
Magic times they were for me.
Magic times they were for me.
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