From every corner
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.
Grandma’s house
showed me, child of
drinking and violence,
that another life
- that peace -
was possible.
was possible.
I followed that template
for the rest of my life,
and modeled it
for my own grandchildren.
for the rest of my life,
and modeled it
for my own grandchildren.
When I am remembering,
it is to this small cottage
on Christleton Avenue
my thoughts return,
like summer swallows.
it is to this small cottage
on Christleton Avenue
my thoughts return,
like summer swallows.
I can still almost hear
the ticking and tocking
of that metal clock
on the kitchen windowsill,
singing its brave little song
of peace.
My sister and I went back to Kelowna in May to find that Grandma's cottage, touchstone of my childhood, is now gone.
What a beautiful poem. Thank you Grandma for being the major influence and joy in Sherry's life which so many of us derive benefit from. God bless Grandma ! Oh and Grandpa too . The house may be gone but the love and memory remains forever.
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I feel it in this poem, my new favorite of yours. Now I hear the clock ticking. How wonderful to have that peace.
That clock ticking its song of peace...what a powerful, poignant force that memory is...beautiful, Sherry...so glad you had this refuge during the stormy years.
ReplyDeletePeace is so precious that even a four year old can feel the safety and serenity of it. The lines are so appealing!
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for the rest of my life,
and modeled it
for my own grandchildren."
How beautiful and wonderful Sherry. Such a heartfelt poem!