In Rememberence

Shreds of collective memory
Blown across time and geography
Grandma comes alive again
Through another beating heart

I’ve got the bohemian gene
Strength built into my blood
Youthful glow that never dies
An unbreakable mind

Auntie tells me stories

a youthful Grandma
Aching love letters

Great-grandma and grandpa
Speak to me for the first time

Green and gold flash
Hummingbird returns at last
Memory whispers


Linked to Poets United Midweek Motif–“Choose an Elder to honor in a poem”

Image by How Stuff Works

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13 thoughts on “In Rememberence

  1. Very beautifully done, and I love your hummingbird!

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  2. It’s true that our grandparents come alive to us in the stories we’re told. I love your poem and the fact that you recognize aspects of yourself that you inherited from your elders. So nice!

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    1. It’s funny how I figured that certain aspects of my personality were unique only to me until I learn how closely linked we are to each other 😀

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  3. It is wonderful to feel that you have a connection to your grandparents, through stories from aunts. Memories to cherish..

    Eileen

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  4. Beautiful…! Its so peaceful & serene..
    Glad to know that your aunty tells you stories so as to allow you to grasp her memories 🙂
    She must have been such a wonderful woman.. Bless her soul 🙂
    xoxo

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  5. I love this poem! Hearing the stories and having her come alive within you. This is what you got in your genes! Wow! I see her in that vivid hummingbird and through the now-open channel.

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  6. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) May 7, 2015 — 12:36 pm

    Lovely that your aunts tells you the stories. These fragmentary memories convey so much.

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    1. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) May 7, 2015 — 12:37 pm

      *aunty

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  7. lovely memories of elders and the associating images….

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  8. “Hummingbird returns at last” is a great line since it brings visions of movement and beauty.

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    1. Thank you! My grandmother loved hummingbirds 🙂

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      1. Love hearing the buzzing sound.

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