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Yesterday With Grandma I never knew my Grandmothers. I created this poem because I imagined how my Grandma might be. Full of fun, laughter and wonderful to be with. Yesterday my friend was here with me and things just seemed so boring We'd played and played with everything and decided to go exploring We went up to the attic ~the stairs were steep and long but we knew when we were finally there It was just where we belonged We found an old, old cedar chest that Mom had packed away I didn't know that it was there till we discovered it~~yesterday I never knew my Grandma ~long gone before I was born My Mom would tell me stories of the pretty clothes she'd worn She had a frilly dress of white that Mom had packed away It was the dress I chose to play "dress up" in~~yesterday My friend put on a dress of red and a pretty hat with flowers We had so much fun with Grandma's clothes we stayed in the attic for hours I could see my Grandma dancing and her pretty face just glowing wearing that dress of fiery red with the bottom ruffles flowing Grandma had a locket on a pretty chain of gold ~My friend put on this locket and the story Mom had told was that it was given to her by my Grandpa years ago when he told her that he loved her and then became her beau How beautiful Mom had said she looked in this white dress that I wore with pink ribbons in her long, dark hair and eyes the boys would die for I felt that someone was looking at me and was afraid as I could be ~then I saw Grandma in the mirror smiling back at me The long dark hair was gray now and she wore it in a bun but those eyes were still so pretty as when Grandpa's heart she'd won She had on a simple dress of blue and I wondered now if she was remembering when she'd worn this dress because she just beamed at me She stepped right from that mirror and took my arm in hers She danced and laughed and twirled me so fast Everything was just a blur And then she faded from my sight and somehow I felt sad because this one time with my Grandma was the only time I'd had I miss you more now, Grandma but I'll keep the memory of when I wore your dress of white and you smiled back at me. I'll come back to this attic every day and I'll spend more time with you Because I have met and had such fun With the Grandma I never knew. When Mom tells me stories now I just bet I'll see those eyes of blue are laughing and winking right at me. I never dreamed I'd ever meet you in this most unusual way and I won't forget the time I spent with you, Grandma~~yesterday. All Rights Reserved--Anne Shanholtz, 2004 This poem can be viewed with beautiful graphics and music here: http://kaceyone.com/bistro2/Yesterday_With_Grandma.html Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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