GREAT GRANDMOTHER
Like an ancient Valley Oak, she sits
stooped upon her chair.
Once eager hands, now gnarled and bent,
are reposing there.
In her summer she bore much fruit,
and there was greenness inher leaves.
Now, delicate eyelids drift and flutter,
carried by an autumn breeze.
Cherished memories of those loved and lost,
frolic upon her face. Her great arms gave comfort to us all,
a safe resting place.
It is true, she creaked and groaned…
she’d been thrashed by many a storm.
But the starkness of her winter
reveals a now still form.
She will be mourned by all of us
who held her close and dear.
And by everyone who didn’t miss
the beauty that was there. By Laurie Patton
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