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
the creative life in between 
Very nice, Jodi.
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Thanks George. Grandma was my hero, and I hope I can be half the woman she was 🙂
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I’m sure she would be very proud..:)
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thanks buddy 🙂
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This is how I want my Hazel to remember me☺️ she is my 2 month old granddaughter. Iwould send you a picture, just don’t know how yet on my iPad!
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So sweet! I think if it is what you want, you will make it happen Mary! Enjoy your sweet Hazel! 🙂
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I LOVE the photo and the poem! I can so relate to your feelings regarding your grandmother because I felt the same way about mine. Great photo and poem Jodi!! Have a great weekend. 🙂
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Thanks PJ! I do recall we have that in common 🙂 Last day at the beach for us girls! It’s been a great week. Happy Weekend to you!
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Sounds like a wonderful and fun week for you and your friends!
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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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LOL! Yes – it really is a bit of a “weed” to many, but aren’t all weeds wild flowers? Grandma could make something beautiful out of anything, so I fondly remember her when these appear. And the name makes them even lovelier – royal and delicate as lace.
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Sometimes NAME is everything! I love it! And I thing tonight I bring few suņuburkšķus inside 🙂
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and put some food coloring in the water and watch them drink it and turn that color!
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Beautiful feelings this one conveyed. You will be an amazing grandma! Oh the stories they’ll tell about you one day, lady! 💜💛💜 Happy Weekend and happy homecoming for you tomorrow to be reunited with your sweet guys! Take care and have fun today!
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thank you so much Laura! ❤ I do miss my guys. 🙂
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💜💛💜
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Such a sweet poem!! I can feel the love you had for your Grandma in it! Grandma’s are precious for sure and I am sure you will be a WONDERFUL Grandma!!!! 🙂
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Thanks C! ❤
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Do you mind if I post your poem on my FB page? I would give you credit, of course?
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It would be my great honor. Thank you I am humbled that you would want to. ☺️
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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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Awh! Thanks Jill – and thanks for reading my Stella Star post too 🙂 I’m glad you were blessed with a special Grandma also.
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Just beautiful!
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Beautiful poetic thoughts. I have no doubt you will be that kind of Grandma!
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