Grandma and My Best Friend

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I can’t begin to tell you how much I loved my Grandma! When I was young, she was my best friend and my favorite person in the whole world. She was fun, she was funny, and she always said the wisest things.

     “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”

     “If you can dream it, you can be it”

     “Pretty is as pretty does”

These things didn’t always make sense to me, but I remember her saying them like it was yesterday. I always wanted to be the kind of person Grandma respected and admired.

     “Find the good in everyone”

     “Actions speak louder than words”

     “A smile doesn’t cost a thing”

Eventually, Grandma wasn’t my whole world anymore because she was no longer in it; but the older I got, the more I cherished her words of wisdom:

     “Every cloud has a silver lining”

     “You don’t get something for nothing”

     “Things will look better in the morning”

I was a young adult when God called Grandma home. Other “best friends” have come and gone since then. A few were bad choices, but most were people Grandma would have approved of.

     “A leopard never changes its spots”

     “You never know what someone else is going through”

     “Friends are the family you choose, so choose wisely”

At this point in my life it’s safe to assume that my best friend of today will probably always be my best friend. She is the personification of “pretty is as pretty does”. She is amazingly supportive, compassionate, fun and funny—just like Grandma!

If my best friend of yesterday were to meet my best friend of today, I know exactly what she would say:  “Isn’t it nice to have a friend, my Dear, whose beauty is more than skin deep?”

For Ragtag Daily Prompt: Can’t

Observations

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Awkward, isn’t it—observing the ploy?

You watch as she ponders how to reach him,

you can see she isn’t sure which way to go.

Patiently, she follows silent clues

… this way to his heart

   … that way to his soul.

Finally, she’s certain she has caught him

but sadly you perceive that

he doesn’t even know she is there.

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Awkward

Photo credit Bing search

A Turn of the Crank

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Deep into ever-dimming light

where dampness dwells on the walls

of what seems a bottomless well,

sinks an old wooden bucket

attached by heavy rope

to a crank turned with ease

by his big strong hands.

Down, down in the murky shadows

the bucket magically fills

with water before he hauls it

out of the darkness and into the light.

The bucket arrives full of clean, clear water

glistening in the sun where the reflection

casts playful spots upon my face.

A ladle hangs, as it always does,

from a hook beside the crank

which he dutifully dips into the water.

Carefully, as though the contents were a prize,

he brings the tarnished ladle to my lips

for a sip of sparkling cold refreshment.

This is how I remember it… decades ago on Grandpa’s farm.

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Crank

We Are Branches

DSC03213 (4)On the tree of life

rooted by my ancestors

I am but a branch

The word “branch” always means family to me because of my husband’s fondness for genealogy. As he spends hours and hours researching our family history, he continually strives to learn more, to go back farther and farther, and to correct inaccuracies in existing records. When you are aware of the generations that have come before you, you realize what a small twig you are in the grand scheme of things.

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Branch

Photo taken at the city park in Auckland, New Zealand