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Angela Hoffman


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My hands now remind me of my grandmotherís.
Knuckles, veins protruding under soft crepe.
With them, she prayed the rosary, sewed slippers out of borgana,
played the organ in her never used living room,
where horse head bookends sat on the table
in front of the red-velvet sofa on which her Bible lay.
I miss her sweet voice that would call out my name,
her gentle words, never used against another,
her quiet manner, so much like my fatherís,
her sweet pickles served with rye bread and hard butter,
Life she served in the opaque white cereal bowls.
In her basement, Liberace albums, high heels for dress up,
a ring toss game made from rubber canning seals.
I miss our visits to the cemetery to visit my grandfather.
Mostly I miss her hands folded in the front pew,
storming heaven with her prayers.


© by Angela Hoffman.
Used with the authorís permission.



Angela Hoffman has lived her entire life in rural Wisconsin. The pandemic and her retirement coincided, making the ground ripe for writing poetry. Angela committed to writing a poem a day during the pandemic, never realizing she would be doing so for more than two years. Her second book, OllyOllyOxen Free, was just released. In addition to writing, Angela enjoys yoga, reading, painting, hiking, and searching for treasures at second-hand stores. Learn more about her at https://www.facebook.com/angelahoffmanpoet.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
Anastasia:
Also, "storming heaven with her prayers" is a wonderful phrase!
Posted 09/11/2023 01:05 PM
Anastasia:
A lovely tribute to your grandmother!
Posted 09/11/2023 01:04 PM
paradea:
This is beautiful. I miss my grandmother, Molly, too!!!
Posted 09/11/2023 09:37 AM
Jancan:
Vividly descriptive and very touching
Posted 09/10/2023 11:39 PM
Michael:
Brilliant piece of work, Angela.
Posted 09/10/2023 05:30 PM
Lori Levy:
Beautiful tribute to your grandmother. Great details.
Posted 09/10/2023 04:17 PM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
I loved how Angela used her grandmother's hands to show that she is now her grandmother's age but she still appreciates her grandmother and how she uses the hands to show the different personality traits. Loved the line: her sweet pickles served with rye bread and hard butter.
Posted 09/10/2023 01:28 PM
Cathyís Sister:
Storming heaven with her prayers! . Love this visual! ❤️
Posted 09/10/2023 12:48 PM
carlpalmer:
Angela, your grandmother just became my grandmother.
Posted 09/10/2023 12:22 PM
KevinArnold:
A 360-degree view of a reverential grand mom.
Posted 09/10/2023 09:53 AM
peggy.turnbull:
I love the contrast of the devout, gentle grandmother upstairs and in her basement-high heels for playing.
Posted 09/10/2023 09:39 AM
Wilda Morris:
Good details. I think your grandmother and mine would have been good friends had they been neighbors!
Posted 09/10/2023 09:27 AM
David:
The detailed images make this poem sparkle. Excellent last line.
Posted 09/10/2023 08:47 AM
Jane H Fitzgerald:
Good memories. Those of us who are lucky had loving grandmothers.
Posted 09/10/2023 07:45 AM
liz dolan:
Lovely- such details. Your poem gave me a Sunday morning gift.
Posted 09/10/2023 07:27 AM
Joan Luther:
A sweet walk down grandma lane
Posted 09/10/2023 06:03 AM


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