I always have paper and pencil, in case I need to write or draw.
An oil lamp, a candle, handy in-case the silly electricity goes out.
I then can entertain my dark and lonely time with creating.
And maybe someday you will remember me sharing this with you!
Dear child of mine, take a leaf and put it under the birch paper I gave to you.
Pick up the cold coal from the campfire from the night before,
Lay the paper over the leaf, and gently rub the coals across the veins
And now my child you have become an artist!!
Others may not think so,, but I do,, so if you ask Grandma why
This is my answer…you replicated Mother Nature in your way!
You used what materials were given you and made ART!
And years from now you will realize what I had to say!!
That the gifts in front of you were laid.
Gentle guidance from grandma who was wise
And showed you that ART is in the eye of the beholder
Pick up some stones, throw them, see the pattern they make.
Look at them closely, close your eyes, open and look again
What do you see?
A fish, a tree, a sun, a mountain, the sea?
Ohhhhhhhhhh,, yeah,, my child your imagination has just begun!
SO ask me again, BUT GRANDMA WHY?
I will tell you my babe while I dry my eyes
You have now come full circle of what I see.
The world only as you can see it,, but need to express it!!!
POEM – written by linmarie-07/27/2010
my words to grandchildren, memories to be made, and hopefully will stay with them forever and a day.
the heart felt visions and feelings of a grandmother, and the questions grands may ask.