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Presented by:
Robert E. Yahnke
Professor
University of Minnesota
Many of the students' poems in my course, Humanities, Aging, & Family Living, focus on their relationships with a grandparent. A grandparent is often a first "positive" experience with aging for an individual. A grandparent is sometimes the first "loss" experienced by an individual. The poems below suggest a variety of responses to grandparents.
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Benches by the grass,
Grandma sitting there
Waiting
To take me upstairs
So tiny, my Grandma,
She comes up to my chin
The sweetness of sugar cubes,
The smell of hot tea
This I remember.
Folds of skin around
Quiet sparkling eyes,
So thin.
Afraid to hug her
She's disappearing.
Telling her I'll be back soon.
Promises.
I never told anyone about these feelings and memories I had of my grandmother. She spoke to me in Yiddish. I understood her, but I couldn't speak back to her in Yiddish. I wish I could have. These are my memories of her.
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Crunch!!
The dripping dill pickle says.
"I think it will be red today," her pruned lips explain.
"I bet it will be green," her smooth pink lips exclaim.
As we gaze out upon the railroad tracks
time
stands till
as if to mark itself,
a polaroid
for the future.
We stand anxiously awaiting the caboose,
with juice quenching our lips.
We can never eat enough of our
favorites.
Then,
a flash
of red goes by. . .
"I bet ya it'll be blue tomorrow."
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How it must look through your
eyes, Grandma
Worlds spinning fast, global warming,
world-wide-webs, million-dollar sport stars.
How it must look through your eyes, Grandma.
Abuse-riddled children, gun-toting teenagers,
drugs ending lives,
children ignoring parents,
How it must feel through your
bones, Grandma.
Cold gets colder, aches no longer heal,
Arthritis the only constant.
So different for this generation and the next--
How hard it must be to
see and feel what you do, Grandma
my Grandfather
his loving smile
Perfect
Closed
a red Rose
its timeless smell
Perfect
gathered around the piano
Grandfather plays a song
family sings
hearts are merry
gathered around the casket
Grandfather sleeps
Family weeps
Hearts are filled with Grandfather's Song