Grandma lived on the fourth floor,
but you would never know it.
A jungle of
plants adorning her terrace,
serenity would wash over us when we
We could see the zoo from the terrace,
spy on the giraffes,
the smell would rise above on windy days.
That was before developers came in and bought the land.
I missed the zoo when it closed down,
the feeling I was in a far away place,
even though I was caged in the city.
Grandma had open arms,
and an open heart.
Her kitchen abundant with food,
cooked with love.
She was sunny,
and colorful like the beads she wore.
Her eyes blue as the ocean,
her strength deep,
She had wisdom that was not taught in books,
Grandma smiled with kindness as
she offered casata ice cream,
three flavors living side by side,
in a box of wonder.
Her eyes would sparkle,
as we tasted the sweetness.
She had endured war and loss,
Yet, she found the way,
her days unfolding,
her days filled with simple gratitude ,
Her ways taught us,
about love and family,
Grandma lived on the fourth floor,
you would never know it because
it was a world of it's own.
Dedicated to my grandmother Dora. She was an amazing woman that survived the war. Her parents were murdered and she had to go on and struggle through the war with two small children. She was a survivor and
she had grace and dignity. She worked hard all her life and she was all about family and her children. I appreciate now her quiet strength, the older I get the more I understand. Please join us here, http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts.
smiles....i love gramma...i have had only one since i was 10....all my other grandparents passing on...we used to go to her house every sunday and i grew up ont he creek by her house....ugh on the developers....same thing happened around my parents house...taking out much of the woods i played in as a kid as well...ReplyDelete
Grandparents are awesome...I miss mine.Delete
Sounds like an amazing woman indeed, and a wonderful world around her was weaved.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Pat.Delete
She sounds like an absolutely wonderful woman. Reminds me of my grandma, especially the quiet strength. Priceless things we learn from them, and so true we appreciate and understand the older we get. Thank you for sharing this lovely tribute to her.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jen...there is appreciation the older we get...Delete
I love this tribute to your grandmother, Ayala. I especially like the analogy of you in the city to the animals in the zoo.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kristen.Delete
lovely memories... thanks for sharingReplyDelete
Thank you kindly.Delete
A very nice tribute to your grand-mom ... wonderful memories and images here !!!ReplyDelete
Thank you...yes they are :)Delete
A lovely tribute to your grandmother... what a hard life she lived, but her grandchildren were the apples of her eyes, I'm sure. Thanks for sharing the memories. Have you ever seen We Bought a Zoo?ReplyDelete
Thank you, Laurie. I have seen it and I love it...I cried a lot.Delete
My favorite flower...ReplyDelete
beautiful tribute to your grandmother. Wish I could taste some from her kitchen :)
Thank you, Olivia. xoxDelete
Ayala, A very moving commentary on the individual qualities of surviving. And she was able to instill a knowledge of those qualities in you. Very nice job. --no need to visit back, no post from me tonight.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Steve. I appreciate your kind words.Delete
She sounds like a woman of monumental resilience and a heart full of love. Thank you for sharing her with us.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Anna.Delete
" She had wisdom that was not taught in books,ReplyDelete
but life. "
That is the best kind of wisdom.What a wonderful woman, and what wonderful memories you have of her.
That is the best wisdom :) Thank you, Kelly.Delete
Indeed. Strength doesn't have to roar to make itself known. I know for one, I would have really liked your Grandma. She went through some horrific things yet, she used it to help her find the right way for herself to heal and, to live to love.ReplyDelete
You reached in and touched me deeply with this wonderful tribute to a wonderful woman.
Thank you, Bren. xoxoDelete
What a lovely tribute to yet another vivid member of your wonderful family. And I think I see where you get your strength. Lovely write, A !ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jackie...sweet of you to say.Delete
Lovely tribute to your Grandma, Grandparents are a world of wisdom, thanks for sharingReplyDelete
I agree..thank you.Delete
A beautiful share Ayala ~ I love how you remembered her with love, kindness and strength ~ Have a lovely week ~ReplyDelete
Thank you, Grace.Delete
This is so lovely. Such a nice tribute. And so well done. The last and first lines tie a beautiful ribbon around it.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jenny.Delete
This is truly beautiful, Ayala. You always write with such love for members of your family..your mother, your grandmother, etc. I love the description of your grandmother's fourth floor as a world of its own. I hope my granddaughter feels the same about my place! And the lesson of gratitude lives on, I think. In you!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Mary. I am certain your granddaughter does.. :)Delete
A beautiful tribute, her home sounded like a wonderland of plants, and a view of the zoo. What a wonderful woman and elder to have in your family. As always a joy and inspiration Ayala.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Di.Delete
A wonderful tribute. You were blessed to have this wonderful person for a grandma! Beautifully written, Ayala. Your love and respect for her shine throughout the poem.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Charles.Delete
I feel we are blessed when our childhood is with our grandmothers. This is a really wonderful write sparks with warmth, smiles, and joy.ReplyDelete
Thank you, dear Lisa. Yes we were blessed.Delete
Lovely tribute. So great to see others remember those we loved and are now gone. We can never remember them enough and should serve as a reminder to love those we now have. Thanks for remembering.ReplyDelete
A beautiful tribute to your grandma. Casata ice cream, wow, I love that you used that in this poem, Ayala.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Pamela...I still love it.Delete
she sounds like a wonderful woman ayala...wisdom not taught with books but life..that's something so precious...and i can understand that you missed the zoo...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Claudia. I wish I knew then what I know now. :)Delete
Lovely, tribute. k .ReplyDelete
Thank you, Karin.Delete
Such a lovely tribute to your grandmother...She sounds like she was a true gem.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Susie.Delete
Oh, this is so lovely. I know your grandmother lives within you. Your words show that.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Patti. She does live on in us.Delete
What a beautiful ode to your grandmother, Ayala! To me, the casata ice-cream says so much: a grandmother wanting the best for her grandchildren.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Arjan.Delete
This is beautiful, so much love in this poem! :)ReplyDelete
Thank you kindly.Delete
A perfect tribute.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Tony.Delete
My grandmother, too, had her own world of lush plants in a Chicago basement apartment, and brought us her magic of love as children. A lovely and loving portrait, ayala.ReplyDelete
Joy, I love that your grandmother had her own lush world in a Chicago basement, that's awesome!Delete
"She was sunny,ReplyDelete
and colorful like the beads she wore."
How I love this portrait!
Thank you, Susan. I always remember the beads. :)Delete
Wonderful dedication. My own grandmother is incredibly special to me. I can relate to the love and devotion, the cherished memories very closely.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Beth. You are blessed!Delete
beautifully written tribute Ayala! as i was reading i was thinking 'just like my grandma' thank you so much! much love <3ReplyDelete
Thank you dear Hope. xoxoDelete
Ayala, love how you wove the events with your grandma's reactions and joy--a beautiful poem, a treasure to have someone like that in your life--thank you for sharing her:-)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Sara :)Delete
She sounds like a wonderful woman--And so much love she gave you and you her--beautiful capture of that love in this pieceReplyDelete
Thank you, Audrey :)Delete
what a lovely tribute to her...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Leslie.Delete
What a beautiful tribute.ReplyDelete
She would be pleased her Granddaughter has honoured her in this way.ReplyDelete
I'm glad you feel this way, thank you.Delete
I love how you bring her to life.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rosemary.Delete
A beautiful excerpt, completely reminds me of the way Sandra Cisneros writes, who I adore. Love the way you brought it full-circle and added just a bit more loveliness at the end.ReplyDelete
What an amazing woman, thank you for sharing her mythic beauty with us.
Thank you, Archna. I don't think I have read Sandra Cisneros but I will look her up.Delete
Isn't that true? "The older we get the better we understand" (You wrote that.)ReplyDelete
OK! Ayala, I keep getting older...but understanding less.--grin!!!!
This was/IS a positively OUTSTANDING tribute to "grandma". thank you, Ayala!
Thank you, Steve. Yes...I hope that's true :)Delete
Happy weekend to you too ~ReplyDelete
i love this collection of tributes you seem to be compiling here, and how close you are with your ancestry. great to see you:)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Ed. Good to see you :)Delete
Hi Ayala, I would like you to know that this is oceangirl of Live High.ReplyDelete
I know my dear Lisa. I have missed youDelete
I loved getting to know a piece of your Grandma's world through your words. Thanks for sharing Ayala.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rudri. Sending you love in your difficult time. xoDelete
Oh, what a wonderful tribute to your grandma. It makes me think of my grandma, also wise beyond book learning, kind and a gardener. Thanks for the warm fuzzies. xoReplyDelete
Thank you, Mary. Grandmothers are the best, are they not? Glad it brought back good memories for you. xoDelete
What a truly, beautiful and heartfelt tribute to your grandma. In many ways she reminds me of one of mine, on my mother's side. I've always seen grandmothers as the bedrock of a family, strong but affectionate. Many thanks. I enjoyed your poem a lot.ReplyDelete
Greetings from London.
Thank you kindly. London is a place I love very much . :)Delete