Grandma's Magical Water

My most magical memory of spending time at my grandma's house.

 

     

 

 

Grandma's Magical Water

 

Grandma's refreshing water so cold

Because pipes were buried so deep

But to my whimsical childlike mind

Her water was of the magical kind

 

We kids all raced for the dipper

That hung beside grandma's sink

It's the dipper Billy exclaimed

Keeps the water cold he claimed

 

We girls however, knew better

A magical kingdom thrived below

Beautiful fairies from days of old

Fluttering wings made the air cold

 

Not only cold was her magicial water

A sweetness dampened my tongue

And glistened on my lips like honey

In the sun's bright golden rays so sunny

 

At night I had sweet dreams

Fairies dancing all around

Sparkling fairy dust danced in the air

Falling on grandma's water with flair

 

The Queen of the fairies sang

As she sprinkled her sparkling dust

This magic water I give thee

At no charge, my magic water is free

 

Now that I am grown and a mother

My children now race for the dipper

I tell them about the fairy wings

And the Queen of the fairies that sings

 

I see their wide-eyed wonderment

As I tell them my sweet fairytale

Faces light up when the drink

From the dipper beside grandma's sink

 

I'm a grandmother now and old

Grandma's house is no longer there

But the water still flows from below

Still sweet and cold, don't you know

 

Grandma's house now replace by a park

In the center a water fountain stands

Grandma's dipper is hanging there

Children enjoy magic water in cool spring air

Reviews

[Sasavet]

This is my first contest and I'm really terrible with computers and I can't figure out how to actually say who won what, so I'll just comment. You got first!!! :O:O
Congratulations!! ahah. i loved your poem so much. It was beautiful :D

and sorry i have no medal to award you with :( If you by any chance know how and would like your award just message me how to do it hahahah.
But good job !!

[Sasavet]

This is beautiful. I remember the magic of grandmas house well also, and it wasn't in water but the feeling is still very familiar. and it's not just about YOUR childhood, but you having a place in your childrens' and their childrens' as well. I loved reading this. Thanks for entering :)

[Frances O'Neill]

Is that true! It sounds like they have built a shrine to your grandma! I was wondering what a dipper was and I was thinking it was maybe some kind of a dent in the pipe under the sink then it dawning on me it was the sprayer on top. Anyway, it is a lovely poem!

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Oh, your poem about your grandma makes me wish I knew my own grandma. Your poem is a beautiful tribute to someone you keep in your heart forever.

Sal

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Oh, Nancy, you brought back such wonderful memories with this delightful poem. In my case, it was the pump house where we'd take that old dipper that everyone used for a drink of water that tasted like no other. I think it was the rusty old pump that stood tall in the center of this shed that made all the difference---and no one worried about the germs all over that old dipper! Wonderful poem. Sharon