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Paper cups ,
confetti in rolls,
taking down the greeting,
Welcome Home.

Tired eyes look up
at us now,
signs of living,
that she some how
couldn't say.
She showed us
who she was ,
her very best,
her own special way.

Small prints of her life
scattered every where
but very little before she was
someone's dear.......

Tiny crayon marks
on a baby grand,
I can remember
when I take grandmaw's

She mapped me a way
to remember the notes
when I was a tot
sitting next to her
while she wrote
she sang:

"Help me with the rose garden
Cordilla, Keeping the soil,
sweet as you."
Life is for loving Cordilla,
thank you for all you do."

"We can't till the garden
without removing
some of the stones.
Thank you Cordilla
for helping us make
this house a home."

I had forgotten about
so many things,
like us kids Jumping
on the cushions
of grandmaw's couch,
at the time we were measuring
what life was all about,
Not yet understanding
why you take pride in
what you're given,
not compromising
while you're living.

Quietly grandmaw's clock above
my head pursuides me to think
the same way
as back then,
when it kept track
of time for me .
Me and my brothers may
have played war with our feet,
but our hands we were told
were for giving.

Laughing as I look at an
old photograph,
when my little sis,
and cousins,
wore mom's towels out,
wanting to know
how it would feel
to have flowing

"I may never make it
home again
But if you plant a rose for
me in grandmaw's
make it Kentucky
The same color
I wear
around my heart
where ever
I live."

If I never get a chance
to thank you again,
I'll always remember
the letters and notes
you left for me.
Thank you Cordilla,
for saving a place at home
for me.
Cordilla, color my rose
Ky. Blue.


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The following comments are for "Cordilla, color my rose, Ky. Blue"
by coco

Nice Flowing Read
Make mine Kentucky blue too. This is a nice write CoCo. Thanks for sharing.

( Posted by: Char [Member] On: September 12, 2004 )

I remember wearing towels slips and panty hose on my head. Nice memories there.

( Posted by: jade [Member] On: September 12, 2004 )

Grandmothers, roses, little crayon marks, cousins and towels as hair. You stole me away. Loved the feel of this one CoCo. thanks huni.

( Posted by: huni [Member] On: September 13, 2004 )

towels for hair
thanks sisterly writers and brothers...
I think to myself, if we squint our eyes,
so much of adult life and disappointments can fade away,, the same way we did as a child
when we didnt want to see the wooly monsters
in the dark.

The art of remembering can break us or make us.
We have the power within us to lighten the load in our God said, live as children.
I've been called simple, stupid and nieve,
I guess for me I will have to just
be who I chose to be,,ME...Connie Marie......

Where we chose to place our hands on the rope
when playing tug a war with life...has all to do
with winning.

May peace tap at your window,
whisperin windsongs in your
house, as a cradle rocks softly
in your soul.

coco from Ky.

( Posted by: CoCo [Member] On: September 13, 2004 )

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