
autumn sunshine
is that really you, Mom?
through my window
blinded by memories
holding my first born
proud Nanny
strutting with purpose
pushing an English pram
irresistible urges
pinching his chubby cheeks
time flashes by
grandson holds her frail hand
in a nursing home
Nanny just won’t let go
love always wins over
recalls for one split second
joys of grandmotherhood
searching nervously
in his liquid blues
it all comes back
dipping his tiny fingers
in his first birthday cake
©Tournesol’17/11/04
Daily moments – birthday memories November 7 2017
That solo renga flows so easily! Thanks for sharing Cheryl Lynn 🙂
LikeLike
I wrote this Nov 4th but only wanted to post it on my son’s birthday who turns 39 today.
LikeLike
Enjoy the birthday celebrations!!
LikeLike
Thank you, we shall!
LikeLike
memories stored nicely in this sequence
much love…
LikeLike
Thank you, Gillena, x
LikeLike
Awww…Such precious moments are to be always celebrated. Beautiful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Truly, they are 🙂
LikeLike
Life and poems are built on memories, may it always be so,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice birthday gift for your son. I enjoyed reading these, emotional for me. A nice write Cheryl.
LikeLike
I was thinking of Mom when I wrote it and then my son:) He enjoyed it despite the melancholy 🙂
LikeLike
Good☺
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful. A grandmother’s love can be so critical.
LikeLike
She will be missed.
LikeLike