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PONIES

Summer 1947

[Grandma Longo :1874-1947]

She walked in slow motion
with the soft summer breeze
black cotton dress swaying
past her knees
strands of white and yellow hair
floating gently in the air
the ponies had come that day
grandma was blind
I took her by the hand
and she showed me the way

— Geremia, May 02, 2016

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weirdelf

weirdelf

10 years 1 month ago

gorgeous

and very sensual,
Joe, I just love when you depart from morbidity.
Sensuality with age, a rare and lovely combination.
No crits or suggestions.

lovedly

lovedly

10 years 1 month ago

when blind walk

they know the way
only ensure
that there is no chair
on their pathway

granny lived long long time away
today she wouldn't love to live another extra day
had she been alive today

mand

mand

10 years 1 month ago

Brillant

A charming poem - encapsulating a memory of an extraordinary women - the last two lines teach an amazing lesson.

Thank you soo much for sharing! :)

Love Mand xxxxx