Grand Ma

This is another one of the flowers from my show and poems for her.

Grand Ma passed away six months ago it seems like yesterday.
She wanted to live to be one hundred she was just a year away.
I loved to visit with Grand Ma to me she seemed so young.
She had away about her that made time drift away.
She told me silly stories about when she was real young and men wore hats and courted her from a long long time past.
She talked about what it was like to be young way back then.
When simple things like a summers swim or riding on a bike would make conversation last long in to the night.
And an auto was a rich mans toy that really brought strange smiles.
She told me all the stories about how they use to dance.
And put on all their fancy things to maybe find romance and a man would come and take a bow an asked her for a dance !
The hand was all that ever touched but that was strong enough!
And then when the Charlston came to town the people went real wild!
She talked about the first war and what it did to everyone, hiding in the basement crying as bombs fell all around!
She said that was a living hell!
And then she talked about the second one and running from the Russians in to the arms of the USA that was for her a blessing!
But of both she was afraid!
She liked it back in the days when men wore hat’s and dressed real nice not like these kids today!
She looked at me and said poor thing these times are really crazy!!
You’ll never understand the life we lived back not too long ago.
How reading by a fire made a spooky story oh so frighting! Not like sitting at the TV as your brain cells fall to sleep!
She talked about all the things she did with her three dead sisters.
And the one thing she loved the most was planting roses.
She talked about the fun she had and the laughter they all shared in the German Black Forest planting all types of roses.
She told me that the rose to her was the strongest of the flowers!
Because it learned over many long years how to protect its beauty!
She said a thorn was there to keep a man fingers from the attack!
And that the Rose to her was every woman’s sweet young heart usually broken by a man!
She said until a man took extra care to gently take the rose, he would be forever bitten by that neckless that she wore!
Grand Ma’s house was full of roses and that was her special bloom!
Not one time did I come by was a rose not in full view!
So there I was in my Kitchen looking at this rose today, and then it looked right back at me oh God I said no way!
It scared me half to death!
And right then and there I knew exactly who was looking straight at me!