My Grandmothers Blanket - By Tupacfan
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For my grandma..
My Grandmother's Blanket
Grandmothers blanket holds the sweet smell of sage,
woven by enchantement, as the spirits feel no rage.
tried in eyelet shadows, cast into the snow,
tumblewoods and deserts she traveled long ago.
The threads are her wisdom she passes on to you.
Reflections wrap around us, as if we always knew.
The patchwork shows directions of North, South, East and West.
The needle points the way so we know where to rest.
Grandmothers blanket holds the soft warmth of down,
from fined feathered friends and foliage all around.
Covered by a breeze and a soft summer rain,
lightning dances wildly, as the thunder heals her pain.
The colors are her passion, beneath the cotton lining,
for she knows the spirit world, is free and never binding.
Footsteps walk below the soil, mother earth is listening.
frosts paint the blanket edges, above the stars are glistening.
Gradnmothers blanket has many stories to tell,
the colors have faded for the years have turned it pale.
Comfortable by the oneness, her head bows down in grace,
thanking great spirit for her honor in this place.
I miss you grandma! Choke, choke..
-2pacfan
My Grandmother's Blanket
Grandmothers blanket holds the sweet smell of sage,
woven by enchantement, as the spirits feel no rage.
tried in eyelet shadows, cast into the snow,
tumblewoods and deserts she traveled long ago.
The threads are her wisdom she passes on to you.
Reflections wrap around us, as if we always knew.
The patchwork shows directions of North, South, East and West.
The needle points the way so we know where to rest.
Grandmothers blanket holds the soft warmth of down,
from fined feathered friends and foliage all around.
Covered by a breeze and a soft summer rain,
lightning dances wildly, as the thunder heals her pain.
The colors are her passion, beneath the cotton lining,
for she knows the spirit world, is free and never binding.
Footsteps walk below the soil, mother earth is listening.
frosts paint the blanket edges, above the stars are glistening.
Gradnmothers blanket has many stories to tell,
the colors have faded for the years have turned it pale.
Comfortable by the oneness, her head bows down in grace,
thanking great spirit for her honor in this place.
I miss you grandma! Choke, choke..
-2pacfan
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Nice that was really rich poem
First time i read one and commented thanks for sharing. -
playmaker88 wrote: »Nice that was really rich poem
First time i read one and commented thanks for sharing.
Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read this.. glad you enjoyed it..
Please free to check out my other poems.. "healing process" being the deepest ? I ever wrote.. -
ah, ? . i still remember the blankets and stuff from my moms and grandma. i'm diggin how you put some life into it, props.
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ah, ? . i still remember the blankets and stuff from my moms and grandma. i'm diggin how you put some life into it, props.
Thank u for dropping in and reading..
Glad I could take u back to moms and grandmas blankets..
I'm just doing what I do best and express on real life events.
Peace kzzl! -
For my grandma..
My Grandmother's Blanket
Grandmothers blanket holds the sweet smell of sage,
woven by enchantement, as the spirits feel no rage.
tried in eyelet shadows, cast into the snow,
tumblewoods and deserts she traveled long ago.
The threads are her wisdom she passes on to you.
Reflections wrap around us, as if we always knew.
The patchwork shows directions of North, South, East and West.
The needle points the way so we know where to rest.
Grandmothers blanket holds the soft warmth of down,
from fined feathered friends and foliage all around.
Covered by a breeze and a soft summer rain,
lightning dances wildly, as the thunder heals her pain.
The colors are her passion, beneath the cotton lining,
for she knows the spirit world, is free and never binding.
Footsteps walk below the soil, mother earth is listening.
frosts paint the blanket edges, above the stars are glistening.
Gradnmothers blanket has many stories to tell,
the colors have faded for the years have turned it pale.
Comfortable by the oneness, her head bows down in grace,
thanking great spirit for her honor in this place.
I miss you grandma! Choke, choke..
-2pacfan
that was remarkable....the essence of something so history stricken and full of love like grandmothers blanket just brings a tear to the eye...make me reflect on my grandma during her time and how things like her quilt just has a spiritual guidance to whoever touches it...bottom line excellent work...keep droppin those lines of pure memories that sketch in the word poetry my fellow poetess
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REAL_POETICAL wrote: »that was remarkable....the essence of something so history stricken and full of love like grandmothers blanket just brings a tear to the eye...make me reflect on my grandma during her time and how things like her quilt just has a spiritual guidance to whoever touches it...bottom line excellent work...keep droppin those lines of pure memories that sketch in the word poetry my fellow poetess
peace
Peace real p,
In glad you felt this, grandmother's blanket is def a treasure to me ESP during winter times, that's my snuggie, and this particular blanket was created with many stories attached to it.. I'm learning everything we posse has our life in it, crazy thing is, it can be expressed poetically... Glad I can do that...
Thanks for reading and commenting btw..
Peace real to the poet
