Friday, April 25, 2008
Grandma's Little Sister
Back in the days when chimes told time
in Grandma's place
my brother and me patiently would wait
for the moment to come by
when we could escape her watchful eye
As we roamed the halls from the closed off wing
ancestors watching from their golden frames
one picture in particular would draw us close
a little girl with a turned up nose
portrayed playing on the beach
just like when we saw her both
that magical day we went swimming in the cove
All afternoon the three of us had so much fun
playing in that warm summer sun
We asked her if she'd be back the next day
but she smiled and said she probably wouldn't stay
At first Grandma seemed worried when we told
but when I showed her what I'd got
she looked in pure disbelief
at the little bracelet of gold
She dragged us down the halls
and stared at this one picture on the wall
as she told us about her little sister's ill fate
drowned in the cove one afternoon late
wearing the bracelet
that from sister to sister was handed down
She remembered particularly
because it caused some stir at the time
for it was never found
By many she'd been seen since then
her poor restless soul bound to earth
frightening even the grown men
out of wits and worth
I hope she finally finds her peace said Gran
and though my brother and me
not in the least bit spooked
throughout the years for her
so often looked
no one ever saw her again
©2008 Fenny
For Writers Island
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Comments
This is such a great post I loved it. I love the meaning of the bracelet being passed from sibling to sibling
Posted by: jadey73 | Friday, April 25, 2008
no shit... tell me this is a true story... oh i would soooo love that!!!!!
you told it so well i cannot tell if it is truth or fiction... but something so wonderful so magical... just needs to be true.......
Posted by: paisley | Friday, April 25, 2008
What an incredible story whether it's truth or fiction. Just beautiful.
Posted by: Geraldine | Friday, April 25, 2008
Love how a simple bracelet becomes a major player in an ongoing story.
A most entertaining write!
Gemma
Posted by: Gemma | Friday, April 25, 2008
once again your piece was enchanting and captivating. Lovely
Posted by: keith hillman | Saturday, April 26, 2008
This is great!
Posted by: Noah | Saturday, April 26, 2008
Neat story poem. Love the end line - 'no one ever saw her again'. :)
Posted by: Constance | Sunday, April 27, 2008
A sad story of lost and found. Well done my friend.
-bd
Posted by: Beloved Breamer | Sunday, April 27, 2008
Fenny,
This is an awsome poem!
rel
Posted by: rel | Monday, April 28, 2008
I love the magic and inspiration in this piece - it's a lovely story, tender and touching!
Posted by: Tumblewords | Tuesday, April 29, 2008
I knew from the first verse that it was a ghost story! Loved it!
You'll enjoy a story that I've got coming up sometime in the future.
I love how you said you were both unafraid and continued to look for her. The way you build up to the tale is wonderful.
Kat
(P.S. Your card's in the mail today.)
Posted by: Poetikat | Friday, May 02, 2008
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