Elizabeth M. Ustasiewski

Memories of my Granny

Summers in the cool outdoors
On lawn chairs, under the shade of
Trees dropping acorns
That clatter across the roof and awnings
Clanging and banging their way to the ground
like a crashing symphony or a rain storm of stones.

Musty dirt cellars that delighted the senses
Filling a child’s mind with fear
And a sense of adventure.
Crab feasts and fried shrimp and anything
You could...

Thank you Granny for all the fun we had when I was younger and spent the summers visiting with you and the Wilkinson's. I will never forget the Fig Newton dance you did to entertain us bored kids. I hope you and Pop have a very happy eternity together. Love you and miss you.

The chair in which you've sat is not just a chair, nor the table at which you've eaten just a table, nor the window that you've looked from just a window.
All these have now a patina of your body and mind, a kind of ghostly glow which haloes them a little, though invisibe,
(Iain Crichton Smith)

Thank you Mom for all that you have done for our family!

We miss you, Granny! We know that you are now reunited with Pop, and that the two of you are smiling at us from heaven. (Yes, we will have plenty to eat.)
Requiem in aeternum.