when
Nonnie's hands held mine
summer
days unfolded
in
simplicity
fragrant
flowers bloomed
caterpillars
tickled the path
clothes
hung to dry
curiosity
awakened
wonders
explored
childhood
dreams celebrated-
in
warm August heat
time
stood still
when
Nonnie’s hands held mine-
as
summers past
and
hands grew still
rose-petaled
memories carried me home
cvarsalona
2014
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart. -
Celia Thaxter
My heart is full of gratitude for the gift of fragrant summers and rose-petaled
memories my grandmother provided for me. Carol
Please see Celia Thaxter's poem, The Sandpiper, a delightful summertime memory, that was written in the late 1800's as a verse for children.
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Mary Lee Hahn starts us off with a poem, Poem on the Fridge, that connects with her present activity of combining her original poems and photos to make magnets.
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