The Thin Thread – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about grandmothers.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Grandmothers

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“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.




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32 responses to “The Thin Thread – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. we never met except in my mother’s potted stories – beautifully put…

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  2. The grandmother you lost through geography must be the hardest loss. Generational ties are so fragile.

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  3. Sherry Marr

    Very poignant. That thread does take us back. When I look back at my life, it is most ofen the childhood years with grandparents that I hark back to.

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  4. I know that thin, frayed thread of connection very well.

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  5. To only have them as such thin memories, maybe it makes the memories even more precious

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  6. Memories of loved ones are delicate and treasured…preserved well in your poetic words.

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  7. Thanks for the lovely words (read with reading glasses on)
    That grandmothers live on and on is wonderful. Blessings.

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  8. Most heat touching poem❤️👌❤️

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  9. I particularly love the beginning and the ending of this poem. They take us from the universal into the personal and back out to the universal again.

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  10. lync56

    Just a beautiful insight into you in this poem

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