Grandma Mae: A Poem

Mint summer dress,

billows around her honey-brown knees.

Tosses her smile towards me, like tinsel.

I catch her smile within my child heart and run towards her.

Memory plays tricks on me; white light streams across that moment and absorbs her laughing shadow.

Empty space over a half a century later.

That remembered garden of yellow sunflowers spilling down the mountain,

sunflowers,

their eyes brown like the eyes of Grandma Mae,

keep an eternal watch over me.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021

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I am a published poet and short story writer. I have been published in SNHU's the penmen review. https://penmenreview.com/author/jenny-andrews is the link where you can find my poetry and a short story. Currently, I am writing a collection of short stories, and a collection of poetry. I am trying my hand at writing a novel. Well, not a novel, actually. Make that two novels. My passion is writing. My inspiration is Franz Krafka because he managed to see the absurdity of life. Life is all about perspective and who is telling the story. We all see this life through the lens of our experiences. Literature should inspire us to think, to analyze, and to get lost in unfamiliar worlds in which we learn something new about this human existence. It is my hope that my writing challenges the reader to think, and to see a different perspective, as well as be entertained. My faith in Jesus strengthens me and gives me the courage to survive the twists and turns of this life. My faith influences a lot of my writing in that goodness always triumphs over evil, in that love conquers all. I hope you enjoy reading my blog.

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