This reminds me so much of John 13:1, where Jesus washes the disciples' feet and loves them "to the very end."
I have to admit that whenever I read a poem about someone's grandparents, I brace myself for cliche, but you didn't slip into cliche at all (which I should have known by now that you wouldn't), probably due largely to the fact that you didn't idealize anything but still wrote such honesty with such beauty. What a moving tribute.
This is neither here nor there, but I also love your alliteration. "slid toward sundown" and "glowed like a golden arrow" are stirring.
This brought tears to my eyes, Abby. I've been thinking a lot of my grandmother who passed recently. A few very precious core memories of her - combing her baby-soft white hair and the way she would pat my hand and say "you're so good to me" any time I gave her my arm to help her walk somewhere.
This reminds me so much of John 13:1, where Jesus washes the disciples' feet and loves them "to the very end."
I have to admit that whenever I read a poem about someone's grandparents, I brace myself for cliche, but you didn't slip into cliche at all (which I should have known by now that you wouldn't), probably due largely to the fact that you didn't idealize anything but still wrote such honesty with such beauty. What a moving tribute.
This is neither here nor there, but I also love your alliteration. "slid toward sundown" and "glowed like a golden arrow" are stirring.
Thank you for the kind words, Rachel!
Such a sweet memory. I was holding Gramma Riley’s hand when she died and will cling to the memory of someone who loved me. Love this poem.
This brought tears to my eyes, Abby. I've been thinking a lot of my grandmother who passed recently. A few very precious core memories of her - combing her baby-soft white hair and the way she would pat my hand and say "you're so good to me" any time I gave her my arm to help her walk somewhere.
What a precious memory. Thank you for sharing it with me. ♥️ The grandfather in this poem passed ten years ago, but this memory lingers.