Grandma’s Sugar Days

 

I am a whirling in a yellow dress,

outstretched on whimsy breeze,

curious feet dangle in mahogany drawers, lost in big hats and shoes,

dreaming of a tall lady with red lips and a confident arse.

High notes flutter through my gold ribbed fabric,

I am singing the wise lines

and long leaping smiles.

My sun skirt flares on a world of

immense proportion,

enraptured by perfume swans, scarves

and his old wallet ,

a musty book,

a love story.

I am sweeping through Grandma’s sugar days,

heart wrapped in silk gifts, touching on yesterday,

stitch by yellow stitch.

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

36 thoughts on “Grandma’s Sugar Days

  1. Oooo love. Reading while waiting for friends. So nostalgic. So many gorgeous images swirled through my mind. Love!

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  2. It’s hard slipping into grandma’s consciousness deliberately… but sometimes it happens, all the same. I read your poem stitch by stitch… and wished you happy days.

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