A Tribute to My Granny
Grandma's Porch
Grandma's porch was the place,
to hear all the latest gossip
Learn about politics, religion,
and what time to plant crop's
A place to rest in summer,
during sizzling Southern days.
Enjoy tall glasses of lemon aid,
and Granny's delicate tea cakes
The place where hummingbirds danced,
savoring sweet nectar from hanging flower baskets
Where lovers snuggled in the swing,
stealing kisses under the glow of a silver moon
As the lonesome whippoorwill called,
and frogs held arguments for rain
Wishes were made on shooting stars,
and Mason jars were filled with fireflies
Where nature was often witnessed,
displaying all it's splendor
Time stood motionless...
Memories were being created....
Special thanks to my friend DJ,
for the use of her lovely poem.
Norma Worthy Pike
January 14, 1918-August 13, 1996
This is my Granny, sitting on her porch
pre-1968.
See the tan lines on her feet?
I sure do miss you Granny.
A Tribute
Listening quietly to the sounds of the new day,
I hear the soft call of the mourning doves,
beckoning...
She always said their calls would come to me
from the direction I would go...
I wonder now if she heard them calling
her softly home.
The birds singing, the flowers blooming,
the verdant hues of spring,
all beautiful reminders of the joy she gave to many,
of the strength she gave to me.
Call softly, sweet dove,
to our loved ones
gone away.
Whisper that we love them still,
in our hearts they will remain.
