©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only) I’ve got the nose of Uncle Gene, the eyes of Grandpa Fred, the mouth of Aunt Virginia, and the chin of Cousin Ted, the hair of Grandma Applegate, the Okelberry ear… I hope they never take them back. My head would disappear! ∞§∞ Quite […]
[…]grouted pits. Protected now, it flirts with shine the way a wild child dimples at her grandpa. I wanted raw, untreated, earthy…porous as the morning it arrived, tumbled in pavers on my deck, textured like me. Rough edges, elemental, pushing free of finishes tried by others but not true. The […]
[…]drop of morning dew, you’ll see him smiling down on you. Not every grown-up sees his face but Grandpa sees it (just in case you don’t believe me) and what’s more; around the back, we’ve found a door. A tiny door, for elf or gnome, or other folk who make […]
[…]in his hair and gold in his heart.” – Author Unknown “Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.” – Alex Haley If you enjoyed this poem, you might also enjoy Button Nose and All in the […]
