Grandmother Vase

Pot-bellied,
am I:
misshapen by age
and gravity – more
rot than plump ripe pear –
still, a vessel for love –
grandmotherly
vase.

 

(Image from personal collection)

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21 comments

  1. Lovely words! Full of tender humour! It reminds me of the message in a song by Karen Drucker called ‘I am a gift’ which starts with ” I am a gift, no matter what age, no matter how I look there’s beauty in each stage…”
    Your poems are simple and deep as well as funny and grounded, … and readable in seconds… just a wonderful mix of qualities! Thank you!

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