Friday, July 21, 2006

Memere's Poem

Old lace~Champagne
my love~you claimed
we came ~us two
and said~I do
years pass~so long
three kids~you're gone
they came~you left
hard work~came death
two boys~one girl
straight hairs~one curled
re-live~old days
my mind~it stays
all life~no play
my choice~you stay
but no~must be
me one~them three
time goes~by slow
three kids~they grow
want you~but when
my life~is done
Our love~is Come
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.


Blogger Susannah said...

"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

1:48 AM  
Blogger my pink sky said...

so rich and simply eloquent. what beautiful memories!

6:33 AM  
Blogger Sarah e.Smith said...

This is beautiful. I love the way you captured your memories of her here...i can just see the two of you dancing together :)

8:29 AM  
Blogger Turquoise CRO said...

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

11:40 AM  
Blogger Laini said...

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.

8:33 PM  
Blogger Bohemian Girl said...

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!).

lil sis boho

9:56 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

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...

10:23 PM  
Blogger Colorsonmymind said...

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

6:45 AM  

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