Two years on...
I smell you in the garden as the flower, or on the Chanel stand in the perfume department.
I feel you when I touch my now squidgy thumb against my skin.
I think of you as I look into your mirror hanging in my hall, or pinch the salt from your little glass pot into my casserole dish.
I see you when I watch Sofia thinking.
I also hear you often now that she speaks. She says 'hi' just like you used to.
I'm glad you are here with me still.
I love you - I always will.
I only wish my girls could have known you.
I feel you when I touch my now squidgy thumb against my skin.
I think of you as I look into your mirror hanging in my hall, or pinch the salt from your little glass pot into my casserole dish.
I see you when I watch Sofia thinking.
I also hear you often now that she speaks. She says 'hi' just like you used to.
I'm glad you are here with me still.
I love you - I always will.
I only wish my girls could have known you.
16 comments:
Lovely. I love the idea that you can still see her in your daughter, beautiful.
Also love your patchwork quilt border!
Thanks Stephanie for the comment. It was the moment Fia was born that I first caught a glimpse of gran. It is lovely now as Gran would have adored the character that she is.
Thanks to Shabby Blogs for the patchwork quilt. I love it as I feel it sums up the title of this blog quite well. The patchwork of life and all that. At times it feels like there are holes in it everywhere - I just stitch those back up as and when!
Oh this is just beautiful. I adore your writing Emma. 'I see you when I watch Sophia thinking' - beyond lovely xx
Thank you Helen, so lovely to hear you enjoy the ramblings of LIFE AS IT IS. I hope this ode to my Granny brings your own dear Gran close - although I'm guessing she is never far x
awww Emma this is beautiful xx
Glad you think so, cheers for the comment Jaime x
Beautiful. I think like this about my Nan who passed away 2 years ago. I so wish she could have met my baby. x
Emma this is so beautiful - I love that you have made comparisons with your daughter to your Granny, I love how she's around the things you do. Thank you for linking xx
It's nice to think that they are here still sometimes isn't it?! x
Thanks for your comment Vicky, and for setting up #prose4T. It's a great place to visit...
Fab poem, love the idea of remembering someone as you use the same things they did.
ah thanks Helen, for the comment and the sentiment. It is true. When I was asked if there was anything I would like from her flat to remember her by, I had to stop myself organising a U Haul lorry!
I love that a smell can evoke such strong memories of a loved one. I guess especially women who always wore a specific perfume. My mum has always worn Miss Dior and that fragrance will always mean mum to me. X #theprompt
This is beautiful, wonderful memories of your grandmother. Smell can evoke such strong feeling and memories; perfumes are a particular reminder. Thanks so much for linking to the #ThePrompt x
Gorgeous <3
Beautiful. It's lovely you can see her in your daughter x
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