Grandma Smiles.

Story poem

Grandma smiles.

 

The tinkle of a mandolin

from the dark courtyard far below

Recalls forgotten memories

Which swiftly come but slowly go.

 

Grandmother smiles her secret smile

 and she pretends she does not hear

as she recalls the dashing style

Of her unknown cavalier.

 

Who used to sing love songs to her.

When she was young so long ago

and she remembers how things were.

She wonders if she’ll ever know

 

What happened to her troubadour.

She’s half convinced he had to go

 and join the ranks to fight the war.

Fond memories from long ago.

 

Her daughter brings hot chocolate

and interrupts her reverie.

Says mother dear the hour grows late.

Drink this and you will sleep soundly

 

And so to bed  perchance to dream

 of being sweet sixteen again.

A maiden held in high esteem.

But this is now and that was then.

 

 

She is content though she is old

She wed and raised a family.

But some secrets can not be told.

More valued for their privacy.

 

The tinkle of a mandolin

 from the dark courtyard far below.

Recalls forgotten memories

 that swiftly come and slowly go.

 

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

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Reviews

[Jenny Nelson]

A beautiful, thoughtful piece. Pleasant with wonderful imagery. One that brings a smile.

[Marianne]

Lovely indeed ~ I inhaled the smile, the secret, the atmosphere ~ so very real !!

[Jane Elliot]

Beautiful.