From every corner
of Grandma’s small cottage,
I could hear it –
the old metal clock,
ticking and tocking
on the kitchen windowsill.
of Grandma’s small cottage,
I could hear it –
the old metal clock,
ticking and tocking
on the kitchen windowsill.
Grandma’s house was that peaceful.
My four year old heart drank in
the safety and serenity,
the way a parched sunflower
gratefully receives
summer rain.
the safety and serenity,
the way a parched sunflower
gratefully receives
summer rain.
Grandma’s house
showed me, child of
drinking and violence,
that another life
was possible.
I followed that blueprint
for the rest of my life.
showed me, child of
drinking and violence,
that another life
was possible.
I followed that blueprint
for the rest of my life.
Looking back,
I remember the sound
of that old metal clock,
ticking and tocking,
singing its small, brave song
of peace.
I remember the sound
of that old metal clock,
ticking and tocking,
singing its small, brave song
of peace.
For my prompt Friday at Real Toads: Grandma’s Kitchen.
What a sentence, Sherry: ‘Grandma’s house was that peaceful.’ I felt the same about my nan’s house – only the ticking clock was in my grandparents’ bedroom, there was no clock in the kitchen, possibly because it was so small there was no room for one, or it might remind her of how little time was left to do her chores!
ReplyDeleteYes, I too have loving memory of my grandmother. The day after I started school as a five year old I refused to go again so she looked after me that day!
ReplyDeleteI love how the ticking of the clock gives a consistency - a reliable and safe noise. A place of safety. I'm glad it was there for you and continues on through you
ReplyDeleteI love that small song of peace. It sounds as if your grandmoher's kitchen was a safe place in your turbulent younger years.
ReplyDeleteYou too had a sanctuary with your grandmother. I especially like your comparison, "the safety and serenity" compared to the sunflower's welcome acceptance of the rain.
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You were blessed to have your Granny and her loveliness. She showed you a different life. I think lovely Grannies
ReplyDeleteare angels.
Fabulous, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI was transported to another time and place by this .. and the sweetest prompt ever.
ReplyDeleteI'm imagining the sound, and it's soothing... There is something magical about grandma's kitchen. For me, it was the sight of herbs drying, walking up to them and sniffing them... Every herb had its own scent, but somehow they all smelled like her. These days, those scent feel like home.
ReplyDeleteI like the music of the clock as sounds of peace.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a wonderful place.
ReplyDeleteindeed, it surely does.
ReplyDeleteThere is something about the ticking clock that takes me back to my grandparents home. Now I have the family clock, but I never wind it up. Some losses are too great.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful that you had a haven to go to. It must’ve been a boon to your spirit.
ReplyDeleteI love how you describe your grandmother's house as a refuge from the chaos of life..
ReplyDeleteI think we all remember our 'peaceful' places. Such beautiful memories for you!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is like being wrapped in a loved, worn quilt. Adore this whole challenge!
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