I have lost her words
The narrative spun away
across the void of time.
I no longer hear her voice
echoing through my mind.
But here
a grocery list
a flash of history
Though mostly she is lost
to time and left
a mystery.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Elegant! One of my favorite words to describe a favorite poem. Shawn, this gem is deserving of inclusion in a college anthology…or at the very least, spray-painted on the side of a bridge! Wonderful in the extreme!
Ron
Thanks, Ron. Maybe someday!
So sad and so sweet x
Thanks
never knew my Grandmothers… this gives me some insight of what it may have been like to have one xoxo
Mine both died when I was young: they were born in 1878 and 1898. 🙂
What a lovely poem, Shawn! I am truly enjoying your blog.
Best wishes,
Stacy
Thanks, Stacy. I appreciate you visiting here!
Very beautiful!
Thanks, Ilse.
Nice. Love the conciseness. I just wrote about my grandfather-and imagining the grandmother I never knew.
You’re welcome, Susan.
You should share the link to your Grandfather poem.
Thank you! It is: http://www.journalwithsue.wordpress.com
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I’m not sure if my reply got through. I enjoy your blog so much. It’s the only one I have on immediate delivery! Here’s my link. http://www.journalwithsue.wordpress.com (upgrading soon)
I’m honoured, Susan! Thanks for reading!