Memere's Poem
Old lace~Champagne This is the simple story of my French Maternal Grandmother Memere. My Grandfather died when my mother was only 14 yrs. old. Memere never remarried. She lived on the East Coast and visited us yearly. I loved her, but never felt I really got to "know" her. She seemed uncomplicated and loyal to the memory of her late husband. Yet, in my heart, I did know that she was happy. I knew this because.....she danced. Memere danced all the time. She taught me how to dance and she danced right up until the day she died. I often wondered who she danced with......a memory, I presume.
posted by Darlene at
8:17 AM
7 Comments:
"But when my life is done, our love is come" this is such a lovely poem honey. you and D have such a wonderful family history to mine and find gems. wow x
so rich and simply eloquent. what beautiful memories!
O! D! The poem is lovely and the picture is sooooo DELIGHTFUL!! Look at all the flowers in their big Bouquets!!! and the bridesmaids hats, oh I LOVE old time pics! It seems like a lot of women were widows early back then! and they usually never remarried! I would LOVE to dance with you sweet one! Don't you feel good when you keep their memories alive??? Very heartful! xo
Lovely clever poem, and the photo is great -- is that your grandparents? And a dancing grandmother. Charming! There's something very poignant about her staying true to that one love her whole life. It makes me hope very much that there is a time and place where such souls are reunited.
oh how i remember Memere dancing with us in the kitchen and singing with us each year.
i miss her. this brought tears to my eyes. to this day, every time i eat a coffee nip, i can smell her.
beautiful poem, Dar...perfectly written. it captures her so well...the her i wish i knew better.
mom will love this (and cry!).
xoxox,
lil sis boho
Wow. This is really beautiful, Darlene. The last line really brought it all home for me. It truly reminds me of something that e.e. cummings would have penned! Gorgeous, love...
Dancing really is an expression of happiness isn't it?
I am thrilled she got to share that joyful expression with you.
I didn't know my maternal grandmother that deeply either, but she would have me stand on her feet and she would dance me around.
This brought back some beautiful memories for me.
Beutiful poem
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