by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand
May 2013 762 Views 13 comments
A Sunshine Delight
dancing to the sun
knees folded
making daisy chains
for fun
His glasses slanted
reflecting rainbows
he looked at me with love
I knew it
I felt safe
the warmth from up above
a rickety chair
his lap blanket near
all crocheted
with nana's hands
I touched and smelt
her beautiful lavender air
"Poppa?" I asked
"why do like the sea"?
"Ah! he said
When I am gone
come here again
this is where I'll be"
That's nice
then you'll never go?
"my heart is here"
he said
then lovingly
patted me on the head
knees folded
making daisy chains
for fun
His glasses slanted
reflecting rainbows
he looked at me with love
I knew it
I felt safe
the warmth from up above
a rickety chair
his lap blanket near
all crocheted
with nana's hands
I touched and smelt
her beautiful lavender air
"Poppa?" I asked
"why do like the sea"?
"Ah! he said
When I am gone
come here again
this is where I'll be"
That's nice
then you'll never go?
"my heart is here"
he said
then lovingly
patted me on the head
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
For the love of my poppaMy childhood memory when I was 7yrs old.
He spoke very beautiful, in his old Irish accent
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Comments (13)
"Ah! he said When I am gone come here again this is where I'll be". It is a gift to have a place to "come home to" and feel safe and warm. Moved by the love in this write, I thank you for sharing your loving memories of Poppa with us.
I smile, and thank you.
Sophia
Thank you dear friend, I used to push poppa in his old wheelchair down to the river bank, it was such a beautiful time, AH! for the love of memories!
Sophia
I suppose I do get a bit all over the place when it comes to writing text, lol
As`always
Thank you
Sophia
girls heart? You are that girl dear..
Dancing to the Sun knees folded
Making dasiy chain for fun.
Ver Nice
Good thought
A trip down memory lane. Pop and Nanna...I can relate to this. My Pop was Scottish and Nanna was a Geordie. Thanks for bringing back some fond memories.