Queen Anne’s Lace

queen anns lace
Queen Anne’s Lace
in a vase
on the patio by the door.

Sweet memories of summers past
and a Grandma I did so adore.

She could make bouquets from weeds,
bring life to seeds,
make soup from bones,
and homemade ice cream cones.

We played Old Maid
while we drank lemonade
or sipped on root beer
or cream soda floats.

We would sing and laugh on the side porch swing
making up words to our favorite songs.
She would tell me sweet stories of her life and her past
while we dreamed of the future and who would be part of the cast.

We’d watch the morning glories close
while the moon flowers arose.
They were perfectly entwined
in an ornate grate
which bordered the slope
and the colorful splendor
of the portulaca flower bed
I will always remember.

Oh how I hope
that I can someday be
the kind of grandma
she was to me.

Cheers & Hugs,
Jodi

24 thoughts on “Queen Anne’s Lace

  1. Is this how you call this flower.. Queen Anne’s Lace! Wow! Such a lovely name! Here in Latvia I don’t know the name, but it’s defenalty isn’t a flower here… If it’s the same – we call it suņuburkšķis: suņu – dogs and burkšķis – something like stalk. What a lovely name here in Latvia! 😀

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  2. A lovely poem tribute to your grandma, Jodi! ❤️ I also read your earlier post that brought tears to my eyes. Stella sounds like she was a star in your life as you were in hers! 🌟 I have fond memories of my grandma too! Thanks for sharing your sweet memories. xo

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