An impression boils and vapor coalesces on a broad white leaf
Like the rendered nectar from a delicate dandelion
Brushed and vibrant cascading in the dawn light
Her soft silver hair tied back in a knot and skewed with a whale bone
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I like this, George, but you do know they don't make grandmothers like this any more. I identified with the part about 'shreiking Rock of Ages' as that's one song my grandmother loved to sing. Your final stanza was delicious! Raynette
What wonderful, rich imagery. All the right words. I think, however, that the lack of punctuation sort of gets in the way. Otherwise, beatiful.
Beautiful and I know the joy of being a grandmother that is sadness!