GrandparentJune 15, 2013 7:05 pm
Grandparent
Grandparent.A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Grandpa’s old newspapers he held with honor.
Letters written to me when I was away in faraway wars.
Each of us have our souvenirs.
They become leftover things to make us remember faces and kind words.
I wonder what will happen to my trinkets?
I took my elders memories and store them in simple box.
They are precious items to my old heart.
I tell the young. Take something from the people we loved.
Souvenirs of the heart are needed when we need to gain strength from old words
and good memories.
Coyote
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Yes it is very special to have these souvenirs. I have my parents’ letters in wartime and during the 1950s. I like what you say about your grandfather honouring his newspaper – a thing which people don’t do now. It reminds me of not consuming but honouring things. Thank you John.
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By janeadamsart on June 17, 2013 at 6:53 am
You are right. We honor the memories with the things of value of people missed. Thank you for the comment.
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By johncoyote on June 17, 2013 at 1:53 pm
It works!
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By navery101 on June 16, 2013 at 11:23 pm
Souvenirs – the hardest word for me to remember how to spell.
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By Carl D'Agostino on June 16, 2013 at 2:15 am
A good word. The word kept rolling in my head. Thank you for the comment and reading.
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By johncoyote on June 16, 2013 at 1:51 pm
This is a wonderful image—-“souvenirs of the heart”. Well done.
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By John Northcutt Young on June 15, 2013 at 7:51 pm