Monday, May 2, 2011

Magpie Tales Photo Prompt 64: Remembering A Grandmother


my mother's mother




every reach,
each edifice,
wisdomed arms,
pursed lips colored


all landscapes; 


every fire,
each shelter,
and all eyes 
smoldered life, and I, 


the child clinging 
to my mother's 
mother 


trusted every
breath to 
those furtive 
futures. 


Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid
Photo:  Smoldering Fires, Clarence Holbrook Carter, 1904-2000
Columbus Museum of Art

18 comments:

  1. I clung to my father's mother in just this way. Kindred spirits, we. Beautiful.

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  2. smiles. this has a wonderful peaceful feeling to it perhaps in the faith of the child.

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  3. The trust of a child before being exposed to the world is a wonder to behold

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  4. This a absolutely stunning! I love the movement in these words!

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  5. The love of a grandmother, her protection, is felt in the heart forever. Beautiful.

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  6. My wife is now a grandmother
    times three, and watching her
    light up around those tykes,
    letting her own motherhood
    re-emerge like an angel who
    has been beat down by
    menopause and life, fills
    me with delight. I like your
    lines: /pursed lips colored/
    all landscapes/.

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  7. a childs trust and faith - wonderful poem

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  8. I still mourn my mother, and my mother's mother. Your words evoke many childhood memories.
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  9. tender, evocative take on the prompt-- really enjoyed this! xxxj

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  10. nice writing rick - especially "furtive futures". steven

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  11. ...i grew up with my grand mother's care since mom and dad was always away to work somewhere.. and they always seem stranger to me whenever they come to see me.. so i can deeply relate to this... and during those times i have learned the essence of silence and realized i, myself, was stranger too... thanks for the poem.

    ~Kelvin

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  12. a lovely poem of trust and comfort

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  13. please...Let me just 'respec't your words by saying nothing, but thank you.
    D.

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  14. I like the reassurance, security, and comfort that grandmothers can give. You have provided that vividly in your poem.

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  15. Powerfully protective and evocative.

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  16. This is amazing Rick a wonderful tribute to your Mother's Mother!

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