This poem was written in response to the quadrille challenge on dverse poets.
Grandma
He held her hand
Soft and limp as butter pastry
Stroked her thin hair
Kissed her cool cheek
Begged her
Not to leave
Just yet
Tears drizzled
Like lemon icing
Down his pale face
But in her eyes he saw
She had already gone
A very realistic moment for so many. You’ve given it tenderness and dignity.
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I’m picturing tears like icing, sort of coming down clear but then congealing and darkening?
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Like icing dripped down sides of a cake and pooling around the base
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Oh my goodness. This is so touching, Diana. I am near tears, and that doesn’t happen easily at all.
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Oh!
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Oh, Diana, this made my tears drizzle – it reminded me of the last visit to my mum before she died.
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Me too š„
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This is so touching…sniff…sniff (tears) ~
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Thank you, Grace
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Sad but beautifully rendered.
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Thanks, Paul
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Nice remembrance of your grandmother.
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Not my grandmother but thanks
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I love this very different direction you took with the word “drizzle.” Sad, but touching.
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Thank you!
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Heartbreaking yet beautiful
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Yes you captured the loss when one is alive but the mind has fled. It’s so common these day and still so heartbreaking. Well done.
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Thanks Gay
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Oh that’s a sad moment, so well captured.
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Thank you!
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touching and beautiful!
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Thank you!
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soft words and feelings come to the heart reading this – so lovely
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I’m going glad you liked it, thanks š
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Sad, but sweet. Tears spilling uncontrollably.
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Thanks!
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Touching moments of farewell, but always in one’s heart. Elegantly written. ā¤
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Thank you, Olga!
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A beautiful farewell.
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