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    dots Submission Name: In memory of my Grandparentsdots
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    Author: Poetofsorts
    ASL Info:    30/Female/Scotland
    Elite Ratio:    3.21 - 19/29/6
    Words: 224
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    dotsIn memory of my Grandparentsdots
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    1. 'Hunter'

    He had exchanged the garb of a railwayman
    for the suit and tie of insurance
    but the railway never left him

    Trains and gardening were his passions
    digging the garden with walking-stick in hand
    horror on the face of the nurse

    Growing weaker as the cancer took hold
    he looked death in the face and got on with life

    Only at the end did he need to be nursed
    And then he wanted to go

    At his funeral we all laughed with tear-filled eyes
    at happy stories

    2. 'Minnie'

    A housekeeper then a wartime nurse
    She was a mother of two and grandmother to seven

    But when her second great-grandchild was born
    she could never remember if it were a boy or girl
    Pink clothes were no reminder

    Telling the same stories over and over
    Lost in the past and no memory for the present
    in the disintegrating edges of her brain

    Trying to play the nurse again
    fussing with pyjama buttons and blankets
    when all he wanted was sleep

    Waking up on the day of his funeral
    and looking for him.

    3. Obituary

    She regards us now with vague amusement
    the light of recognition extinguished long ago

    And endlessly paces alien corridors
    Towards a destination never reached.




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      I'm up to my chin in goosebumps. This is beautiful girl. What a great tribute. Your grandfather sounds like a man's man. The first stanza is awesome. Hooks you right in...especially love the line"the railway never left him"

    You show his toughness with his refusal to take help and the poignant "he looked death in the face and got on with life".

    Your grandmothers story sounds much like my mothers mother. She pretty much drifted away after my grandfather passed. I'm not sure which is worse, experiencing the death of a loved one, or watching one slip into a shell. You do a wonderful job of describing her disarray. Not sure if it was Alzheimer's that inflicted your grandma, but if you're interested marysunshine did a wonderful piece on the topic called (aptly enough) Alzheimer's. You might want to check that out...

    Love the emptiness of the last stanza...leaves the reader to his own thoughts...Liking you a lot girlie!
    | Posted on 2005-01-12 00:00:00 | by deadndreaming | [ Reply to This ]
      First let me say how proud I am of you for writing this beautiful real poem about your awesome grandparents, and here's a big hug for your lost.

    I am sure they are reading this poem and smiling down at you, feel their love once again.

    You did a great job of letting us the reader know them, ty
    | Posted on 2005-01-08 00:00:00 | by edthepoet | [ Reply to This ]
      This is written beautifully. I too was close to my grandparents, spending all summer with them each year. Though they have been gone several years now, I still miss them dearly. there is nothing I would like better then to be able to lay my head in grandma's lap one more time. My confidant and partner is crime. Kudos to you for this glorious tribute.
    | Posted on 2005-01-08 00:00:00 | by wannabe1 | [ Reply to This ]
      this is truly beautiful and I have wanted for some time to write about my grandmother, but have not been quite able to find the words. perhaps your poem will be my inspiration. lovely piece.
    | Posted on 2005-01-08 00:00:00 | by sierramuse8 | [ Reply to This ]
      the passage of time, especially with those who have nutured us throughout our youth, is a hard thing to witness when memories and faces are lost through alzheimer's. I find the older my grandmother gets. the more i want to know about her and her past..in order to understand where i came from. heartfelt and saddness i feel through your words.. and yet an slight hint of understanding and acceptance.
    | Posted on 2005-01-08 00:00:00 | by adias27 | [ Reply to This ]
      I had a bit of a lump in the old bit throat reading this one. I know how much you loved your Gran and Papa and how proud they were of you. I think you summed up your papa perfectly when you wrote about his funeral. I'm glad he got a wee while with the wee man and felt as though he was aware of Daniel that last time I saw him.

    The idea you've put forward of your gran pacing the alien corridors is a powerful one. I'm just glad that in some way she is peaceful of a sort. I'm glad of Hunter and Minnie and your tribute to them was very touching. You should show Stewart this one..
    | Posted on 2005-01-10 00:00:00 | by Sanny | [ Reply to This ]


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