Grandmother’s Lover

We lay upon her featherbed in the early evening air

And talking until midnight hour she would softly share

All the secret fantasies that rolled inside her head

As tears welled up inside green eyes for all the time that fled

Yet she recalled each memory as if she were right in it

What she had done so long ago might have been just last minute

The dress she wore and what they ate and how he was so gay

The way he carried her across the river bank that day

How much in love she was with him the first time that they met

And how her mother kept the letters to her sad regret

Yet on the streetcar to the city she had seen his face

And how the hope inside her heart was somehow saved by grace

He told her that he loved her all the years they were apart

And that she never left him for she dwelt within his heart

He held her hand and kissed her lips and promised her one day

The two would be together and he’d never go away

And oh the years were lovely as she spent her time with him

He loved her oh so madly and satisfied her every whim

Yet one day he knelt before her feet his hand upon his heart

And broke the vow he’d made to her that they would never part

Grandmother’s lover went away and so her dreams had gone

With him upon that tragic day and from that moment on

She lived inside the memories the two of them had shared

And wept upon the featherbed with a little girl who cared

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on September 12, 2011, in poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. what a sad and beautiful tale ….thank you for sharing x

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  2. Yes, I agree w/ kez– very sweet and sad. It unfolds like a fairytale, but in modern language.

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  3. striking imagery.
    love it.
    a tale without sadness is flat.

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  4. OOH precious. My grandmother had a feather bed too.

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  5. A great poem telling a beautiful love story… I love it!

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  6. Oh, so sad, not just (or so much) because of the lost love, but the grandmother aging and telling the story in that way.

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