My Cinderella granny, scooped
from the ashes, smelling of raspberries
and sugar. Always ready for a ball,
always ready to stay out
‘til after midnight.
My fairy godmother granny,
scattering gifts and blessings,
laughing at corny jokes,
weeping at corny films –
safe times to cry, safe places.
My wise granny, opening
arms to everything, living
the now. What’s wisdom, anyway?
Knowing when to step
out of the dance. Knowing
when to step back in.
I’m hosting at dVerse tonight, and we’re writing about grandmothers. They come in all shapes and sizes, and so do our poems!
Sarah writes poems 
That is quite a granny-pack Sarah… 🙂✌🏼😉
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Wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!
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Beautiful, Sarah! 🙂
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They do come in all shape and sizes, and these are quite wonderful. I especially like your final lines.
Thank you for the prompt and for hosting, Sarah!
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I love all the faces of your grandmother Sarah – especially the one smelling of raspberries and sugar. Out of the ashes you have conjured such warmth
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Raspberries and sugar. Delightful.
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Absolutely brilliant Sarah! You lift the poem from the specifc to the universal.
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Oh what a lovely portrait of a much-loved, playful and wise granny!
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All those facets of your grandmother show her just as humans are… complex and exciting
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By the way I did update your link as it was pointing the wrong way..
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Thanks for honoring grandmothers with your poetics prompt at dVerse!
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I like it, Sarah, Cinderella, fairy grandmother, and wise, a life time of desireable ladies for youth to elderly. Thanks for the prompt. As you see from the link I left on my blog, I have mentioned or written about grandmothers several times. This was my first tribute (of sorts, it will go into my memoirs blog — http://jimmielife1.blogspot.com/ )
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She sounds like a wonderful grandmother to know.
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Wise and wonderful, Sarah!
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