your house
For Real Poetic’s Anniversary Acrostic Challenge!
at the stoplight today I realized something, Grandma
nine years have passed since I’ve seen your house
never once had I stopped to ponder this; that is what struck me most
it was always you alone that I missed and mourned, a figure not belonging to a place or time; so
very rarely did I think of your staircase, steep and oaken, and the way it would creak under my feet, or
eating pot roast at your dinner table, the orange glow of the lamplight above us casting shadows over our faces, or
running with open arms in your backyard, laughing up at the sky, breathing in the air of late spring along with the smell of your cigarette smoke
seeing you and your home with my own eyes in the present tense of my young life, oblivious that there would be a last time I’d do so
at what point did it all change? at what point did the
roaring flames burning in your fireplace die, crackling one final time before its blaze faded to ashes?
your life and love was a lot like them—hot and fierce, and left to burn out—never lost, yet still forgotten
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angela hepworth
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Congratulation for top story
Wow. This was brill. I hope your entry places.
This is fantastic, kindles so many reflections on the places I've not been in since the people who enlivened them for me are gone.
Gosh this was so poignant and emotional. Loved your take on this challenge!
Beautiful poems dedicated to grandma, beautiful memories, thank you for sharing such beautiful poems Angela!
beautifully written grandma love is something what is precious love your respect and love for grandma
Beautiful tribute Angela❣️The readers see it as you do.
I love everything about this poem. What a beautiful way to remember your grandma through memories of the house she lived in. This is really relatable to anyone who has ever felt the love from a grandmother and enjoyed the time spent at her home.
Grandma lives on, perhaps not in this house, but clearly in your heart. She'll be proud of you, Angela.
So beautiful and heartfelt, Angela! What a wonderful tribute to your grandmother and an excellent entry to the challenge!
Beautiful acrostic! Loved: “roaring flames burning in your fireplace die, crackling one final time before its blaze faded to ashes? your life and love was a lot like them—hot and fierce, and left to burn out—never lost, yet still forgotten.” Obviously, you still remember your grandmother dearly.💖
A lovely tribute, Angela. I felt the warmth
There is nothing like a grandmothers love, a truly beautiful piece ❤️