I Belonged to Grandma #poetry


one key to her heart

I cannot remember

in what century I started

only you will know where I will end

In the hands  of a potter my form charted

in fine french porcelain he could depend

***

crated or hands carried me

though dropped a long time ago

I travelled across continent and sea

it was I guess my destiny

to become part of your large family

***

a grandmother’s wish and dream

to a young bride’s dowry

your taste has changed it seems

or is it loving memory

of a woman who gazed 50 years at me

***

more than 2 decades I grin

you have set me apart

never mind that I don’t fit in

for I always do in your heart

that I will always remember

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 This very old piece of pottery never fit in with my other antiques but I have learned to love it all the same.

 

What’s the oldest thing you own? (Toys, clothing, twinkies, Grecian urns: anything’s fair game.) Recount its history — from the object’s point of view.

DP prompt for today – Antique Antics

 

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8 thoughts on “I Belonged to Grandma #poetry

  1. Leslie, you nailed it….I belonged to my grandma too and I thank God for her, she saved me. I adore “a woman who gazed fifty years at me”……and that you always fit in her heart. Sigh. Beautifully done!!

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  2. I have a number of antiques which I’ve collected over the years…one of my favorites is an old pump organ that’s well over a 100 years old…and still plays. 🙂

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  3. Love the poem. It gives me a nostalgic feeling. My childhood blanket is the oldest thing I own. It was given to me even before I was born, so it’s older than me. It’s has a torn corner (my cheeky brother snipped it off) but I still love it and use it most nights 🙂

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