You taught me what love was.

Beautiful Beth Porch song. Muse for my words. Poem fourteen for poetry month.

                             You taught me what love was

I remember your small house, I remember sleeping on a cot and I remember you.

I remember us eating three meals together daily and I remember your kind face.

You made me feel safe, you made me feel loved and I wasn't alone.

You and grandpa took care of me when no-one wanted me and my sister.

We had a safe haven in a home filled with love and laughter.

I still go back in time when we would eat ice creams with many cherries at 8 pm every night.

You were my life preserver in a child life.

Dear Grandpa Beulah, I remember my worst day of my life.

I held a 30-30 rifle in my hands and you knew to called me.

You told me, grandma loved and need you.

Please come home and see me.

Baby, sweetie, honey, grandma loved her baby boy.

I need you alive, well and happy.

Today I remember you and my dearest grandmother in heaven.

I would tell you, if I could.

You taught me what love was.

I am trying to be like you.

A home filled with love and a safe place for my children,

my grandchildren.

I miss you my beautiful grandmother and one day.

I will hold your hands in heaven and I would tell you.

Thank you for showing me love can keep us safe, keep us brave.

I remember you.

Coyote

Author's Note

A sad poem. Number fourteen for April, poetry month.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Far & away the most emotional thing you've written that I've read! Wow! This one reaches in deep & grabs a reader in ways we can't even imagine & the repercussions keep on going even after the read is done. I've picked up on your childhood story in bits & pieces over the years, but this is the fullest you've ever shared it & this is a precious gift to all of us . . . thank you for the heartfelt honesty! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Margie. I was lucky. I had two sets of Grandparent who raised me. I had AWOL parent. This is why I became a good parent. We need a place to call home and to go to. When are alone and scared.

[barleygirl]

Parenting, whether done by a parent, a grandparent or a friend, is a noble endeavor! I have the utmost regard for those who attempt it (I never did!) Thanks for being a great nurturer to all your people!

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Brought tears to my dry eyes
A beautiful poem
Now I’ll go to sleep 💤
Good nite from me have a great day
Loved this John I really did

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Julie. Beth Porch beautiful voice. Took me to a good place, a good memory.