Delicate fingers surrounding cup
Graceful hands always
Small, soft and young
I feel those hands now
in the gentle breeze on my cheek
reassuring me she's there
A smile, a soft laugh
Eyes that danced
I see her in my children's faces
hear her in their laughter
reassuring me she's there
A grandmother’s kiss
A mother’s love
Another sip of tea
Rancho Santa Ana Botanical Gardens
13 years ago
10 comments:
isn't tea itself a sort of specter of the sunshine of years past ~ your verse is enticing
So true to the heart. Often I look at my daughter and see my grandmother. I wonder if she knows whom she inherits.
Perfect.
Ejoyed your writing.
TJ
Love the way this ends on 'another sip of tea'
You've described a real treasure, and very beautifully!
Beautiful!
Special words, full of love. Very nice!
Oh this is so beautiful. The descriptive phrases are so perfect, down to the sip of tea. A gem.
i can just imagine this memory sipping tea.
A lovely tribute.
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