Hospital …

A kiss goodbye,

I turned to leave.

“Why so serious, Marya?”

A half-smile, desperate thoughts;

No words to say,

Oh Grandma, I already grieve.

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Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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6 Responses to Hospital …

  1. JM says:

    I hope it is a sweet grief, Marya. The kind that enfolds the promise of love-without-end. x

    • atomsofstars says:

      Yes, Jamie .. it is.
      My grandma died quite some time ago but I could never put into words what she means to me .. I only saw her once a year throughout my childhood but she showed me what love is. x

  2. Shermeen says:

    This takes me back, some 40 years and more when the little girl in me first learnt what loving and losing meant. An indelible impression that you have depicted artfully. I am discovering your poetry to be more eloquent here than it appeared elsewhere.

  3. atomsofstars says:

    Good morning, Shermeen .. Thank you very much.

    A hard lesson but immeasurably sweetened by remembered love.x

    I wonder why that should be, Shermeen .. perhaps the space is more tranquil 🙂

  4. JM says:

    I owe so much to my Nan, too, Marya. It was she, rather than my parents, who took me to castles and museums – and on train rides. My Grandad was railwayman, so I suppose she got cheap tickets ; how else could she have afforded to take me to the Tate, the National Gallery, the British Museum and Trafalgar Square? Her health was poor, but her time was limitless. I can’t remember now whether she managed to climb the keep at Rochester Castle, but she made sure that I did!

  5. atomsofstars says:

    Yes .. the debt I owe my Grandma is incalculable .. she was so loving and gentle and made me feel safe. She was interested in everything and shared her enthusiasms for history, gardening, horses, National Hunt Racing ( my grandfather was an Irish NH jockey .. but died when my father was only 5) museums, literature, the DT crossword, nature, art, cricket( the one interest I could never understand 🙂 .. I could go on indefinitely .. and she was the world’s best cook !

    Lovely memory of Rochester Castle ..

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