Grandma’s Voice
By: JP Leddy
I hear her voice calling us
Stopping our play in our jungle hideout
Under the shade of the Mango tree
Where my brothers and I imagined
Boyhood adventures noble and true
Grandma’s voice was a clarion call
For afternoon treats of freshly made
Banana donuts or maybe those made of breadfruit
Or maybe coconut candy or sugar pretzels
That delight grandsons with Grandma’s special love
Grandma’s voice reaches out pass boyhood imaginations
And conquers all with homemade treats and love
With memories that last through manhood
Posted on the Monday Poetry Potluck Our Home, Temple and Sanctum
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beautiful…
very sweet and lovely take.
Thanks for sharing…
A++
Ji,
Thank you. I miss my Grandmother.
JP
What an oded of respect.. wonderful tribute..
Love xx
Thank you sweet Olivia.
JP
Caring grandma. Caring man. Love it!
That’s beautiful, a lovely homage to your Grandma!
I like the bit about conquering all with homemade treats and love – a perfect description of grandmas. Delightful!
Thankd for your visit earlier.
So wonderful! Thank you so much for sharing these memories!
Love this, and it got me thinking of great memories with my grandma!
What a beautiful story. Mine was a palm tree, but the treats from grandma remained the same! She was always full of treats. A grandma’s love does seem to cut through imagination, and draw you in from whatever you’re occupied by. Thanks!
great write – brings back a lot of fond memories of my own grandmother
Oh isn’t this true. Nicely written as well. I know g’ma would love it…giving her back a little treat. Sweet! (No punny.)
Hugs!
I like this.
Jamie,
Thank you. Grandma was a joy of my childhood.
JP