Black jelly beans are forever

The mist
Like my dreams
Allows me only to
Glimpse
What might be.
A hint
A blur
Nothing
Quite tangible.
But it’s the
Memory
Of what’s been
Before
That is somehow
More real
More clear.
Like
My grandfather’s
Whiskers
Rubbing against
My baby-soft
Cheek.
The sheer joy
As I’m held to fall
Asleep.
This man
Who taught me
Love
Unconditional
Has passed.
But he is more
Present
Even today
Than
The starkest
Light.
I can remember
Tiptoeing up the
Hall.
The boards creaking
Cold against my
Feet.
To get into bed
And nestle
Against
This giant.
The wall of his
Chest
Solid.
The lub dub
Providing
A lullaby
To sooth my
Heart.
The quiet chatter
Of his
Tranny as he
Listened to the
News.
There is something
Forever
About the
Love of a
Grandfather.
No matter where I
Go or what I do
He is with me.
When I look at the
Swans
Though white
Here and
Black
Back then.
It is he that I
Remember.
For we would
Walk
Or rather my little
Legs would have to
Scramble to keep up
As he strided along
Hand in hand
To feed the
Swans.
And that secret
Message passed
Squeeze Squeeze
“I LOVE YOU.”
His hand would say to
Mine.
Early each morning
We would go the bakery
It’s owner Italian.
Big crunchy loaves
Sliced thick
Like door mats.
Back home
In the toaster they would
Go.
You remember
The one…
It’s sides
Flip down.
Cooked to perfection
With a slight burnt
Crust
Lashings of
Butter
Vegemite a must.
And if I was
Very lucky indeed
I would
Have been slipped a
Penny!
Off I’d go
Skipping with
Glee
The milk bar
My destination
To buy the biggest
Ever
White paper bag
Chockers with
Lollies.
I would spend an
Age
Choosing.
And with grave
Discipline
Ration
Myself to
One
A day.
Black jelly beans
And teeth
Tasting of musk
My favourites.
Oh how rich that I
Was
When I was young.

And as a grown
Woman
I received that
Dreaded call.
At breakneck speed
To out my fear
For
I couldn’t imagine
Him
Not
B E I N G.
And in telling him
Thus
His reply…
I’m tired Sue
Please
Let me go…

His breath left
His body
As did he
But always and
Eternal
He is
With
Me.

The Passage of
Time
Now full
Circle.
The message
Has been sent through
Mother ties.
From my
Son
I now receive
In return
The
“Squeeze.”

Black jelly beans are forever

su2anne

Balwyn, Australia

Artist's Description

This jotting plays a two fold role. One is to celebrate some of the Australisn language and the other is to high light the importance of grandparents. This is done through sharing memories of my life.
As a note Italian bread, the lollies black jelly beans and teeth continue to play a wonderful roles in my life!

Featured Groups; “The World As We See It, or as we missed it.” “Creative Talented and Unkonwn.”
“Soul Mates.”

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