Oh Buttermilk Sky

by Maple Tree   Nov 28, 2016


I watched her rise from the east-

Rosebuds gathered at her feet
as she sang to me one last time.

Buttermilk skies are crying...
her final Melody,
Heart strings wish
For the piano to keep
On playing,

But the sky is raining tears.

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  • 8 years ago

    by shadow

    Love this! Such good use imagery.

  • 8 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I don't need to say anything Syrup. This is beautiful.

  • 8 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    A wonderful tribute to a wonderful woman!
    Well done Andrea, she will be looking down smiling wanting you to be happy!

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, such a loving tribute to your Grandma. I know she's smiling down at you. Hugs my friend.

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Andrea,

    I will not dishonour this with any other comment than 'beautiful'. Your Gran must have been immensely proud of you.

    Nominated.

    Take care and stay well,

    Ben

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