2010 Poetry Theme Challenges
As a few know at the beginning of the NaPoMo I found out I am going become a Grandparent
in July. Yes I know I am so not old enough yet but there it is, I will be a biker rock chick
granny. So to the challenge poems about being a grandparent, about grandparents. I want to know
what it is like.
My Italiano Nonna held me on her knee
And told me tales of old from sunny Italy,
She lived upon a mountain in Filignano
With only a donkey to travel to and fro.
Life was pretty hard then for her family,
Knowing no different they lived happily.
Many years later she left her native land
Off to Scotland with emigration planned,
Took her sons with her to start a new life.
Where Poppa took our Momma to be his wife.
They worked very hard cash was in demand,
An ice cream shop they bought and manned.
Momma was from England`s Sussex by the sea
A contortionist on stage before having me
She met our Poppa while she was on a tour,
But she was very young then and felt insecure
They both wed in a place named Gretna Green
She was the prettiest bride they had ever seen.
Then along came my sister, two brothers, and I,
Things got bad, when Poppa made Momma cry,
He turned on Momma and broke her heart
They made up their minds they were better apart,
So then returned to Englands promised shore,
Where we settled down, Momma, and us four.
But now theres no one left here but me,
And a few old pictures of my family,
Memories are golden and remain so clear
To remember times that were oh so dear,
And in my heart will cherish and remain
As I look at their photos all over again.
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Our time together goes by in a blur
Hardly savouring events that occur
Yet we know there is no other way.
Each time I see you, how you have grown
And so different from the babe first known.
Looking I see you have your fathers eyes
The same blue thatís looking at you now.
Youíre growing more beautiful everyday.
In a while youíll hear the young boysí sighs
All wanting to steal you away.
"Never forget" he said to her,
At the start of their first night together
"My touch will be all you will feel,
My lips, the only ones you will ever know
My taste, the one you will crave for life".
Blindly, as a virgin she reached out to him,
Then again, and again.
Young and yearning, desperate to be loved,
She compromised all she knew
"I will always love you".
How could anyone compare to you?
Your hands, your eyes, your sound.
No other could ever be to me
What you are. I swear",
As he went away to the fight.
Many years later, as she lay dying
The echo of that promise was still heard.
As their children gathered to say goodbye
Then listening closely, she heard his voice
A voice she had never forgotten.
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It's time to smell the lilac's sweet scent
Recalling days so pleasantly spent
By the misty lakes shore with grandmother
Standing by my side watching ships forever
Passing through and tooting as they went.
It's time to remember the days of yore
When days were just days and nothing more,
Since then, the fogs have gone and so has she
That gave me every hour of love she could for free,
Laughing, smiling and never closing doors.
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