<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448208" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Grandmother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For her heart was pounding such<br>I thought it would leap from her chest<br>and fall flat onto the cold floor<br>to slide there to quivering extinction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her soul was shriveling such <br>that it twined and twisted upon a single thread-<br>its catchment snapping for the plunge into the river Styx.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laid down in her cool night, <br>misted with early dew in her eyes<br>she grieved cold, cold upon cold; <br>her body shivering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vulture claws and talons reached<br>her Spiritual Keep<br>and sank their meanness deep<br>wounding the marrow<br>of where she lived-<br>all her treasures now exposed<br>and her Will raw-tested near impoverishment.<br>Grandmother cried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I saw her there over time repose<br>and recompose and thrust away<br>these encumberments; <br>the dreadful sight of a dead child-our mother, <br>birthed, she said from 72 hours labor-<br>and followed thereafter in days a husband dead<br>in cancer's clutch-<br>she sat alone, comfortless<br>as we children drew near in our bewilderment-<br>this sense of total demolishment shrouding all around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our eyes drew near; we could see<br>she began to shunt aside fear<br>transforming herself <br>from the Pity-Pyre to new resolve to live again<br>for the sake and betterment of us-the children.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clear as the book and the page we could read<br>Grandmother began repairing heart and sinew, <br>face and spirit and like the phoenix bird <br>rises before us-new mission ensconced upon her clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steel Purpose all in her she said: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I shall be here children, no need to be afraid.'<br>This is what Grandmothers are for.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448208" data-title="A Grandmother de Lonnie Hicks" data-description="For her heart was pounding such I thought it would leap from her chest and fall flat onto the cold floor to slide there to quivering extinction. Her soul was shriveling such that it twined and twisted upon a single thread- its catchment snapping..."></div> </div> </div>

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