#grandmother

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  • blossomed 5d

    The Crone of the Woods

    I was walking through the woods,
    Following a crone with a lamp in her hand.
    She had silver-golden hair with a bit of black here and there
    and she smelt of ancient motherhood.

    I pulled on the edge of her white robe
    and she turned around to look at me.
    I asked her where we were going and she said
    we were walking the path of life.
    I asked her where the path ended.

    She answered with a smile on her lips
    and a twinkle in her eyes, "That depends".
    "On what?", I asked curiously.
    She replied, "on your character.
    "If you're a good kid, you'll sit on the lap of God."
    "That sounds wonderful!", I exclaimed.

    She kept the lamp on the ground and lifted me into her arms.
    She kissed me on the cheek and put me down.
    Lifting the lamp with her left hand and holding my little hand in her right, we continued our journey.
    We walked together for nineteen years.

    She was my guardian angel and guide.
    One day she flew away from me,
    her mission on Earth was complete.
    She returned to God's abode, to the mansion He built for her.
    I cried out in vain to her not to leave me alone.

    I walked through the woods alone for ages
    and then, one day, I heard a child crying.
    Turning back, I realised with tears in my eye that
    now I am the crone of the woods.

    ©blossomed

  • jennau 2w

    Pieces of you

    Here without you I'm conflicted
    My entire life views shifted
    While consumed by grief
    Slowly acceptance brought relief
    Though I know within me you can still be found
    I Learned to find pieces of you all around
    Looking hard within has helped me see
    Pieces of you is what made me 
    From the swing on my patio
    To grounding in the garden I grow
    From the swings in the shade of fruit trees
    To the crabapple blossoms floating in the breeze
    From the art that grows natural and wild
    To the smiles on the face of my own child
    Some days the connections are followed by pain
    But those pieces of you are what keep me sane
    Giving me strength to bare the rain
    ©jennau

  • jennau 6w

    #wod #jewellery(UK) #jewelry (US) #grandmother
    When we lost my grandmother it was like losing a mother as she was the only one to raise me.

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    Vintage Ring

    Though I will probably never see it again
    The memories of it will never leave my brain
    Nor the memory of who and the hands that wore it
    Wrapped up in her arms in the rocking chair we sit
    Gorgeous black hills gold wrapped round her finger
    These are the memories I'm glad linger
    With precious golden etched leaves, grapes and vines
    And just like her heart it gently shines
    ©jennau
    4/14/2022
    (3:09)

  • shroh__ 11w

    आजी असावी अशी...

    खांद्यावर बसवून गाव फिरवणारी...
    हातात झुणका भाकर घेउन मायेचा घास भरवणारी...
    आजी असावी अशी...

    घास लागताच टाळूवर फुंकर मारणारी...
    पाठीवरुन हात फिरवणारी...
    आजी असावी अशी...

    धावत दमत लपाछूपी ती आपल्यासाठी खेळणारी...
    गपचुप आपल्या पिशवीतला खाऊ ती देणारी...
    आजी असावी अशी...

    जखमेवर मलम लावणारी...
    कडू औषधा सोबत साखर देणारी...
    आजी असावी अशी...

    मस्ती केल्यावर मम्मी पापांच्या फटक्यांपासुन वाचवणारी...
    "खबरदार माझ्या नातीला ओरडलात तर" म्हणून त्यांनाच दम देणारी...
    आजी असावी अशी...

    रुसून बसल्यावर आपल्याला समजावणारी...
    आपल्या ओठांवर हसू परत आणणारी...
    आजी असावी अशी...

    झोप येत नाही म्हणून गोष्ट ऐकणारी... घट्ट आपल्या कुशीत घेऊन झोपवणारी...
    आजी असावी अशी...

    अचानक एक दिवस...
    "मम्मी-पप्पांना त्रास देऊ नको,
    खूप मोठी हो" असं शेवटचं माझ्याशी बोललेली...
    गाढ झोपी जाऊन कधीच न परत आलेली...
    आजी असावी अशी...

    माझी माई आजी होती अशी...

    Shravani Kadam
    ©shroh__

  • fluteacorn 14w

    My Grandma

    Grandma,
    I know you may or may not see this.
    We miss you, your hugs, and your kisses.
    You are the biggest hero I have ever had the honor of knowing, of loving.
    I'm sad you won't be there when I do eventually get a ring.
    Love,
    Your granddaughter,
    ©fluteacorn

  • vinayak_gupta 16w

    हमारे जमाने में दादी हमारे लिए स्वैटर, टोपी, दस्ताने बनाती थी।
    कलयुग की माया देखो, आज के ज़माने में दादी मास्क बना रही है।

    -विनायक गुप्ता
    ©vinayak_gupta

  • divyat_kaavish 18w

    नानी

    नानी से अपने रिश्ते को बयां कर पाना मेरे लिए जितना कठिन है उतना सरल भी। सरल इसीलिए क्योंकि मुझे शारिरिक रूप से पाँच वर्ष उनके साथ व्यतीत करने का अवसर मिला... और कठिन इसीलिए क्योंकि उनके होने से ही मेरा होना मुकम्मल हुआ। तमाम आदतों के अलावा यह कलम भी मुझे उन्हीं से विरासत में मिली। शारिरिक रूप से ना होने के बावजूद अगर किसी ने जीवन के हर मोड़ पर यथार्थ रूप से मेरा साथ दिया है तो वह निःसंदेह ही नानी हैं। उनकी कविताओं, गद्य एवं लेखन से समयानुसार मैंने ताउम्र हिम्मत उधार ली है। कभी उनका भरोसा तो कभी उनकी ज़िद ने मुझे आगे बढ़ते रहने के लिए प्रेरित किया है। बताते चलूँ कि औरतों पर उन्हें एक अलग किस्म का भरोसा था। "नारीवाद" शब्द भले ही उनके लेखन में ना मिले पर "नारीवाद के समस्त सिद्धांतों" का वर्णन अवश्य ही हर लेख में मिल जायेगा अर्थात मेरे जीवन की पहली नारीवादी हैं नानी। उनकी डायरियाँ (जो उन्होंने माँ को सौंपी और माँ ने मुझे) जीवन और मरण से परे मेरा एक अद्वितीय रिश्ता उनसे बनाए रखती है। उनके जीवंत लेखन के हर शब्द अक्सर ही मुझसे सरगोशी करतें हैं। खैर, हमारे रिश्ते का वर्णन अगर एक वाक्य में करनें का प्रयास करूं तो वो शायद कुछ इस प्रकार होगा -
    मेरी हर उड़ान की आसमान हैं नानी, मेरे अस्तित्व की ज़मीन हैं, मेरे यथार्थ का पूर्ण सच हैं और मेरी कलम की बदस्तूर इंकलाब हैं, नानी।
    ©divyat_kaavish

  • scarlet 28w

    A place where I can go back to when I need a rewind button.
    A checkpoint to hold my childhood memories safe, under lock and key.
    A place to return to when my roots are all but lost.
    How long till I lose this last connection to my past?

    #grandmother #love #life #brother #childhood #memories #pod #promises #past #questions #wod

    @miraquill @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @readwriteunite

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    I wandered around my grandmother's house, reminiscing
    The walls that were the first hurdles I ever conquered,
    The resplendent garden where my childhood bloomed,
    The worn-out furniture I had once vanquished,
    The kitchen where I tasted nothing but delicacies,
    The voice that lulled me into the deepest of slumbers.
    I look at my brother, his eyes too seem lost in the past
    Together we look back, at this collection of childhoods,
    This resilient foothold of our shared memories,
    How long can it withstand the ravages of time?
    ©scarlet

  • madinah_writes 33w

    Today,
    I read poems people wrote about their grandmother.
    Even though I didn't see mine or witness her love,
    I know what her touch felt like.
    What I heard of her was how much she loved and cared for me.
    My grandmother thought me how to sleep with my eyes open.
    Wide open to look inward and feel the weight of my heart.
    In her eyes stood magical galaxies.
    In her heart sat a revolution of beauty and talent.
    Sitting under the baobab tree that served as kitchen,
    Grandma would wake before the first cock's crow to burn dry woods.
    Everyone is still asleep.
    The day just begin to yawn in dusky Dawn.
    Grounding pepper on a flat stone to make our local dish.
    My grandma first taught me how to endure the peppery fish.
    Smoke filling the morning till it touches the sky,
    Grandma would lay me on her sweaty back which served as my first bed.
    I clocked one and she passed.
    Well, that was destiny. All left with me is imaginary memories and a wishful smile.
    For I never knew my grandmother but I felt her love.

    #grandmother #rememberance #memory #old #black #hair #blackamerican #african #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #beauty #makeup #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunity #shy #blackbeauty

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    Grandma's Love
    ©madinah_writes

  • smile_its_sunnah 33w

    Grand - Mother...

    She isn't getting old, she's gaining wisdom,
    Her movements aren't getting older, they enjoying every moment carefully,
    She is not forgetting her memories, she's ensuring you remember her continuously,
    She's not being nosy, she is just over caring,
    She is not the mother of your mother, instead she is the reason you have a mother, she is your....

    GRAND - MOTHER!

    #grandma #grandmother #writersnetwork #miraquill #pod #wod
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Grand-mothers Concoction.

    Kindhearted glory embezzles scented respect,

    Selflessness traits envicted tasteful compassion,

    Humbling pride empowered willful selfish delusions freshful,

    Loving endearment concluded unworthy characterstic stale,

    Motherly ectasy divulged melancholic memories rotten,

    As Grand - mothers are mothers of wisdom, intellect and righteousness.
    ©smile_its_sunnah

  • anjaligosain 40w

    Digital

    When she was in the jaws of death
    She kept longing for her home
    The land was a land of war
    Where she was born

    They say she was a rich young woman
    When she was in her roaring 30's
    Digital world forgot to mention
    My grandmother who lost her history

    Her love, her dreams,
    her white color ambassador
    Her mother, her brother
    A friend who was a great believer

    That she will find her life again
    In partner who will calm her storm
    When she was in the jaws of death
    She peacefully laid in her home.


    ©anjaligosain

  • eggy50 45w

    #grandmother
    First of all its just a story. Its not related to my real life.
    I wanted to convey how mentally people pressurize on others. So I wrote what ever came to my mind.
    I m not sure whether it's a poem or prose.

    PLEASE CORRECT MY GRAMMAR ERRORS.

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    Mental state

    I was in my grandmother's house,
    The scenario of it was different,
    People were abusing me,
    For being her grandchild,
    I was just a 5 years little girl,
    I did not know much,
    About the things that took place
    In my grandmother's house
    But I clearly remember
    People's screaming, crying
    And infact cursing my granny.
    I used to wonder what exactly she did,
    But I couldn't know.
    Once I woke around scrubbing my eyes,
    And saw my mother crying,
    I asked why was she crying
    but she didn't say anything, instead
    She hugged me and started crying hard,
    My grandmother was lying on bed,
    Without speaking a word,
    Red fluid was all over her,
    I was uttering her name and
    Asking her to feed me the dinner,
    My mother said she will no longer feed you
    I was in a shock but it was fine
    Later,
    Its been 10 years,
    Now I still remember her,
    And wonder what happened to her ,
    I found answer to that long last question,
    They torchered her mentally and killed
    Cause of being too kind,
    Now i feel sorry for her,
    We have money everything
    But I don't have her by my side,
    My grandmother was indeed a great person.
    ©eggy50

  • chandanaramesh 49w

    To Ammamma❤️

    I always wondered how, your hands can heal any hurt,
    Or cooled my fevered brow
    Your care and your patience
    Were those that taught me how.
    You always make me feel so loved,
    By words,deeds, a kiss, hug or just a smile,
    You shower it in all the ways,
    It's the special grandma- style!
    Sometimes you are my playmate,
    And most often my mentor too,
    I learnt to take life as it came,
    From nobody else but you!
    No matter how much I grow up, or you grow old,
    I will always be your loving little one,
    For I am more than just blessed to have you in my life,
    And you can be replaced by None.
    Love you so much Ammamma
    ©chandanaramesh

  • chandanaramesh 49w

    To Ammamma❤️

    I always wondered how, your hands can heal any hurt,
    Or cooled my fevered brow
    Your care and your patience
    Were those that taught me how.
    You always make me feel so loved,
    By words,deeds, a kiss, hug or just a smile,
    You shower it in all the ways,
    It's the special grandma- style!
    Sometimes you are my playmate,
    And most often my mentor too,
    I learnt to take life as it came,
    From nobody else but you!
    No matter how much I grow up, or you grow old,
    I will always be your loving little one,
    For I am more than just blessed to have you in my life,
    And you can be replaced by None.
    Love you so much Ammamma
    ©chandanaramesh

  • vakilankita 54w

    An ode to my Baa

    You cannot hear her anymore,
    but she walks beside you just like before.
    She still tells you legendary stories and prayers
    to make you stronger than your fears.
    She is not visible when you look through your eyes,
    but in your prayers, she replies.
    You constantly feel the love in your heart
    even though she is in heavenly abode, your souls are never apart.
    ©vakilankita

  • beensn 54w

    Voice of kid

    If you want to stay young forever, be with your mother,
    You are always a kid for her, age never matter.
    Moms are always beautiful and cool,
    They are so wonderful and their actions are thoughtful.
    Mothers give a special feeling which cannot be bound by words,
    They are tireless, selfless and does lot of sacrifices.
    Cares, cooks, plays, teaches, enjoys, cries, pleads,
    Prays, wipes our tears, pampers, scolds and inspires.
    She is not only our mom but a friend, a sister and a partner,
    Can assure everything possible under the sun- a sweet liar!
    This day is to acknowledge and wish all that something special,
    For mothers, grandmothers and great grandmothers who are incredible.
    © beensN

  • nm_bloggslove_ 57w

    A small package , neatly tied in ribbons
    Cute and pretty, pink on white with polka dots
    From the doorstep excited, I took it in,
    On opening I witnessed a small pearl shining
    So beautiful...... sparkling , radiating luminance
    As I took it I remembered my grandmother,
    For her favourite was pearls and jewellery
    As if she sent this to me ,addressing her concerns and ordeals
    From somewhere above , smiling like the pearl!

    #gift#precious#grandmother


    @mirakee@mirakeeworld@writersnetwork

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    The gift...

    ©nm_bloggslove_

  • porcupine 60w

    Grandmother

    G - Great parent who cares alot
    R - Really wonderful to visit
    A - Amazing at crafts and cooking
    N - Nice friendly and kind
    D - Does not let anyone harm her grandkids
    M - Mother to her kids and grandkids
    O  - Oval candy dish which is always full
    T  - Treats all her children equally
    H  - Has the best stories to tell
    E  - Each visit is memorable
    R  - Remembers all the grandkids' names
    ©porcupine

  • samyukta_saru 62w

    Time for goodbye's...

    She might not have been a good example
    But her love for us was as pure as one can imagine for
    I might have wished for her to part ways and go the other side
    But now when it's time to say our goodbyes
    I feel broken , i feel pain , i feel my heart heavy
    My thoughts are racing with memories to hold on to
    But every bit of a memory is so blurred
    I feel helpless in the moment
    My cries are trapped in my throat
    I want to hug her and let her know
    That being a part of her i will miss her for sure
    There will always be this void in my soul
    Where she had always belonged and ruled as a whole
    ©samyukta_saru

  • vakilankita 62w

    Wish could have more time
    Wish could say last good bye
    Wish could never grow old
    Wish could never die!
    ©vakilankita