This is for DVerse Poetics. I was going to write something else to post, but the ideas are not coming, so here’s one that I wrote yesterday. We are responding to titles that Sarah provided for us. I responded to the one that is the title of this post. The form is like a cherita, but in reverse.
Grandma taught me how to bake sugar cookies.
Grandpa taught me that once you turn 80
No one can tell you you can’t eat ice cream nightly.
They taught me family history from past centuries,
And how not to freeze in the snow, a foreign thing
To these California sensibilities — gone crazy.
I am so sad my grandchildren grew up 3000 miles away, and I have had little opportunity to impart my wisdom! Certainly they know they are loved.
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Beverly if you haven’t done so yet, send them your blog URL and they will know your wisdom.
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I like your grandpa.
This little poem has so much in it. These people who know about snow, somehow ended up in California. The grandma who bakes cookies, the grandpa who rebels against convention. I love them.
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This was a tender piece and put a smile on my face.
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Grandparents are full of wisdom, I still remember all my Grandma’s gems with a smile on my face 🙂
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This is incredibly heart-stirring, Jenna! 💝
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My grandparents taught me well and I believe I taught my grandchildren well …. I enjoyed reading your poetry, Jenna.
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I could SEE your grandpa, eating his ice cream. But we dont have to wait till we’re eighty. Smiles.
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