Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 101
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Elephants and grandchildren never forget. ~Andy Rooney
My grandmother spoke of things unseen
like southern winds through rustling leaves
All the stories some would dare not tell
Strolled her tongue like lovers on a garden dell
And letters never written to the world
Were placed in my heart as just a girl
Like graffiti’s true art on a northern wall
She shared explicitly her rise and her fall
Then all her secrets left one day
They rode her wings final flight away
Yet all those quiet convictions I still can hear
They live within me and whisper soft yet clear
For grandmother spoke of things unseen
And my heart still listens and my heart believes.
Dedicated to my maternal grandmother, Hazel Cameron
Covington Odeneal. She had a beautiful
southern draw, and her stories were always wonderful and fascinating. I lost her when I was only 13 years old to pneumonia
in 1976. She has been on my mind even
more these days. Please be safe everyone, and remind others
that we need to be safe not just for ourselves, but for our family members at risk,
our neighbors, and all the beautiful and diverse people with whom we share this
world.
