At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about grandmothers.
“And when we said goodbye to one grandmother we said goodbye to them all.” Sherman J. Alexie
The Thin Thread We carry the past with us in little parcels of love or feelings, mostly in unconscious acts; mine is to always gather people, a reaction to the distances that have turned my life, my mother's mother is how she was told into my story, that she died sometime after VE Day and her long struggle with MS; and so we never met except in my mother's potted stories, no wonder that I love a mystery. My father's mother filled a room both in size and manner she was a formidable presence barking orders, laughing, always kind, always gathering her brood around her sagging laden table of love. We waved her goodbye for over 15, 000 kms and the rest of her short life. I have a child's image of her, A thin, frayed thread of connection to which I cling. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️