This Poem was Submitted By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2009-11-07 11:43:47 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Grandma's Chair

I remember that old chair, its grey wood just a minute from splinters. The seat of tapestry frayed and a bit dull, still   it owned quiet strength, unlike some things that complain and give up. I sat on grandma’s lap till my feet met the floor and reveled in her stories; while tireless hands,  that held time’s wear, softly caressed my cheek. She smelled crisp, like Tuesday’s ironing, gray hair almost the color of steel or maybe frost on a winter  window pane. At times her blue eyes kept the look of sadness. Despite hard times and some tears she stood tall; facing her foes with never a waver with never a bend. She kept her darning needle busy, snapped green beans, soothed her babies, laughed and read her bible in that old chair.

Copyright © November 2009 cheyenne smyth

This Poem was Critiqued By: Nancy Ann Hemsworth On Date: 2009-11-12 07:02:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Cheyenne, I really fell into your beautiful, tender vestas in this well constructed poem (like the old chair you write of, this piece speaks of knowledge over time, comfort for the soul of whom ever sit (reads) it and brings back so many memories to the reader, like the stories told on your grandmothers lap. Loved it, and so glad that I found it this morning on my way to work. Thanks for the journey back to the lap.

This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2009-11-08 19:24:48
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.50000
Cheyenne, This is an excellent free verse poem with many nice metaphors that help the texture of your write. Hidden deep within the layers you speak of a love and a protection to little ones that only a grandma can give or understand. The verbiage is fresh and your wordsmithing is quite exquisite as you speak of wood that is a minute from splinters or things that complain and give up. Tireless hands that are always there to caress a child cheek is such an endearing image. Your closing lines are no less eloquent then the rest of your poem. There is nothing I can suggest nor are there any nits. This is a quality writing and I thank you for sharing it with us. TC Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2009-11-07 22:07:02
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
poet you left me wanting more of gramma and her old chair.....great read, words that flowed like a river of life and the images you created with the flare of your pen outstanding......we have an old rocking chair in our dining room that belonged to my husband's great great is so delicate I won't let anyone other then myself sit in it for fear it will break under their weight.....I can see you sitting on your grandma's lap listening to her stories and even after your feet touched the floor you were close to her heart....her blue eyes though sad at times must have sparkled like diamonds when her family was around.....wishing all children could have a grandma like you discribe for they are rare, their stories sacred and their love undying. Thank you for posting and for sharing this with us. Looking forward to more of your work. God Bless, Claire
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2009-11-07 12:44:04
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.50000
This poem brought back fond memories to me of my own mother. It's quality is superb, rich in imagery and gently unfolds revealing emotions that stir from closeness with a loved one. I particularly enjoyed your 2nd verse with description of the chair compared to humam qualities. Very nicely done. I have no suggestions for improvements - it's a great read, reflections and a write from the heart. Best to you, blessings, Deni
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