Sunday, April 19, 2009

Oh Glory!

Oh Glory!
My first sentence
if one can call it that
silver haired
ironing board straight
willow thin
nut brown
loved to tell the story

Awakened from a nap
chubby cheeks, blond ringlets
damp with sweat
I sat upright
raised my face to the sunlight
felt a breeze
through an open window
Tiny chubby fingers
separated each curl
the wind touched my scalp
“Oh glory!”

“Oh glory!”
It was Grandmother’s phrase
sung out at the sight of a sunset
the thundering wings of migrating flocks
the smell of fresh washed cotton
the touch of a cool breeze

Delighted by the world
grandmother and granddaughter
basking in the glory
of sun and wind
of sound and scent and touch.

“Oh glory!”
The last words I say
as they lower her
to her final resting place
the sound of “Amazing Grace”
still ringing in my ears
the scent of green onions
on the wind
Sunshine breaks
through April clouds

“O glory!”


  1. What a beautiful tribute to her!

  2. you are welcome about the Allergen Block.. that stuff is fantastic for us!