| Letters and Diary Poetry posted July 4, 2010 |
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My grandmother's life
Postcards
by jlsavell
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Postcards in the drawer, the musty drawer Aged and frayed with the scent of old oak Bundled neatly by a red ribbon These postcards in the drawer, grandma’s drawer Absconding with gentle loving care Placed upon her bed, my grandma’s life Those postcards in the drawer, secrets kept Treasured by this woman, of that I’m sure And in this room upon her bed, empty now Only haunting voices of her laughter The faint smell of lavender lingers Mingled with a musty scent of written memoir 1917, December Emma, Emma, my love I think of you often, please take care All my love Edwin 1918, June Emma, the nights are long I long to be in your arms I love you as no other, my Emma Edwin The cards span time, across the oceans far From taverns to battlefields of blood, stopped abruptly Tear stained and lipstick print Revealing you cherished his words So many declarations, so many desires Longing, waiting to embrace you Emma, to embrace Emma A young woman with immense grace And who is this Edwin, my dear Emma? This man, his words written on postcards Tucked away carefully in the musty drawer So very many stored gently in the old oak drawer Your secrets, my sweet grandmother Did you know one day I would find? Yes, of course you did, I was your confidante But only in your death, you told me secrets Was that the sadness that sometime glinted in your eyes? When you held me close, to dry my tears You told me you understood a broken heart, as you gently stroked my hair My heart breaks for your gentle touch, Emma; but even more so for your heart that was broken Thank you, grandma, for your courage to share with me your yesterday’s unspoken All from postcards in a drawer, a musty oak drawer; that mingles with lavender, the scent of your spirit I gently bundle them with your red ribbon and place them gently, lovingly in my drawer Postcards in my musty old oak drawer |
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My grandmother,Emma, was born in 1896. She passed in 1982. My grandmother and I were very close. While she lay dying, she told me of a secret compartment in her old oak dresser. As a young girl I found excitement scavenging for my grandmothers beautiful costume jewelry and kerchiefs in that old oak dresser. I had no idea,until she told me about her secret compartment. After her funeral, I found postcards from her past as a young woman.
Thank you Hotshot for the beautiful art..Matinee, befitting of my grandmother's era.
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and 2 member cents. Thank you Hotshot for the beautiful art..Matinee, befitting of my grandmother's era.
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