Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Nana's Grace

Nana’s Grace
By: Jon` B. Crenshaw
　
There in the den
she slowly rocks
the eldest of our tree
matriarch of our family

Her wisdom hums volumes
life has given her much
so exquisitely generous
we all love Nana’s touch

A spirit of purest light
our doorway to the past
motherly lessons galore
when living moves too fast

And though her leaves have
withered a slight bit
her grace is still evident
we revel in the perfection of
Nana’s tender motherwit*
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