Sunday, April 07, 2019

Poem - "Rosemount" by Philip Shearing - 2012

Painted white / she is blooming flowers
One leg hidden / the other remembered
Stone or ivory / never softer
All of our hearts are / made of her laughter
Our sisters are stronger / they climb even higher
Because Grandma Margaret was a painter

Do I recall correctly?
Are my belongings scattered?
Was she still before leaving?
Did she call for her man?

I am sure / her eyes wept for silence
And her Jimmy / is happy forever
Cause she's joined him / in all the splendor
Built her a cabin / up high in the foothills
they smile just like children
as they sleep through the summer

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