Seeds

My grandmother gathered moist black crumbs.

They were fragile, the shape and color of whispers

In her wrinkled palm,

But they told me no secret.

She pinched one in half for me and put it in my mouth.

Her smile was slow

As I rolled it between my teeth. It tasted of grit

And pepper, and the dry smell of her hands.


Thirty years ago.

We explored that tangled mountain of briars and mad hornets,

We trespassed on trails carved by wild dogs, and the pines scowled

Like the angel at Eden's gate,


Because we stole.

Little roots veined with red,

Slick, heavy green leaves

Hairy white seeds with curled edges.


A purpose for everything, she said,

But I learned nothing from her. On the way home I threw her words

Through the car window.

Seeds abandoned to grow in the broom grass,

In cracks in the pavement.


That does not trouble me.


What troubles me now

Is that there were seeds

In her voice.

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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Thank you for the vote of confidence, Integrity! I'm glad it spoke to you.


IntegrityYes 4 years ago

That is another good one and I definitely voted up.


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

wow a wonderful poem.. I miss my grandmother.. this brought back wonderful memories of her.. blessings to you

Debbie


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

It stays with you forever, doesn't it? I like to think some part of her lives on in me. Thank you for your kindness, Jackie. I'm glad the poem reminded you of your own happy memories.


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Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

I really liked this. I had a grandmother I was very close to also and have many memories staying with her.


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Thank you, Shu! I had a really wonderful childhood in many ways; I was especially fortunate in my elderly relatives. They were tough and often wise. I could write a book, and may some day. Thanks for looking in!


Shubhangi Joshi 4 years ago

Such a beautiful and peaceful piece..Thank you :)


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Hi Pah! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Writing is my way of going back to that time. Thank you for your kind comments!


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livingpah2004 4 years ago from USA

Awe!So beautifully written. Enjoyed reading it.


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Thank you, Lady Fiddler! I'm glad you enjoyed it.


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LadyFiddler 4 years ago from Somewhere in the West

Just love your pictures in your poem

Thanks for sharing your hub


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Thank you, Mecheshier -- nice to meet you! Stop by anytime!


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mecheshier 4 years ago

Very nice. Nostalgic and beautiful


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Dirt Farmer (love the name, btw) I didn't know either of those poets, but your comments prodded me to educate myself. After having read a few of their poems, all I can say is that you're very kind. Thank you for your thoughtful reading of my work.


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Snowdrops, I appreciate the read, and your generous comment. Yes, regret. That whole world is past and gone, and I miss it sometimes. This is how I visit.


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

CJ, thank you for stopping by. I appreciate your comment! You're very kind.


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The Dirt Farmer 4 years ago from United States

Have you read Cathy Song or Llewellyn McKernon? Your poem reminds me of their work. This is not the usual internet fare. In fact, I found myself reading it and rereading "Seeds." Unlike others who've commented, however, I don't sense that the poem recounts a cherished childhood memory. It seems to be expressing a kind of clarity, the kind we have in adulthood when we become aware of something missed. It was a delight to read your work.


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

MM, thank you. Yes, for some reason I can remember many moments from my childhood with vivid clarity. Some of those memories were at a very young age, too.

Thank you for your generosity -- as always!


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Hi Rahul! Thank you for the compliment, and for dropping by!


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snowdrops 4 years ago from The Second Star to the Right

Beautifully written..though i could sense a little regret.. Great poem!


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CJ Andrews 4 years ago from Norwalk, Ohio

Great poem! I will be rereading this a couple of times.


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Movie Master 4 years ago from United Kingdom

Hi Molly, a beautiful poem - some childhood memories so insignificant at the time stay with us for ever...

Voting up and shared


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

Great poetry Molly! your writing is always unconventional... bringing out something new to ponder and chuckle upon

Beautiful!


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Dagny, thank you! I appreciate your kindness.


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dagny roth 4 years ago from Neverland

What a beautiful poem! I loved the thoughtfulness....


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

DRBJ, I appreciate your insights and your kindness. Yes, I miss her. She reminded me a little of a pioneer woman...she was wise and strong. Thank you for coming by.


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Very poignant and very beautiful, Molly. You may not have told your beloved grandmother everything you felt, but she did leave you some wonderful memories: 'everything has a purpose.' True.


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Hyph, thank you. You're very kind -- as always. I wrote it a long time ago. In the '60s, when this happened, the mountains she lived in were still half-wild and I often wandered over them alone. The only thing I was told was that if I met wild dogs, to shinny up a tree.

I miss both my grandmother, and that sense of adventure.

Thanks for coming by, Hyph. I appreciate you!


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Faith, you're always so kind. Yes, I miss her and those days. I was kind of a strange kid, I gravitated toward my elderly relatives. I thought they were cool. Now I just wish I had paid more attention to what they said. Thanks for dropping by!


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Hi Hubert! Yes, I wish now that I had recorded everything she told me, but I was just a kid. Hindsight is 20/20. Thanks for dropping by!


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Hyphenbird 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

mollymeadows, this is a gorgeous poem. The longing, love and cherished memories shine clearly through the word choices. It truly is an outstanding piece of writing.


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Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

Molly, such beautifully written words here of thoughts of long ago with your special grandmother. It is sad, as we do not always realize the beautiful gift of a person in our life until after they are gone. Voted Up, beautiful, awesome and intersting. The photos are perfect and beautiful too. In His Love, Faith Reaper


Hubert Williams 4 years ago

If only we could all swallow the seeds of our grandparents knowledge...if only. Nice poem. Voted up.


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Hi Billybuc, thank you for your kind comments! Yes, I'm always up for humor, and you do it so well. I look forward to seeing what you address next -- don't keep us in suspense!


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Oh my! Yes, that would and has troubled me as well. Wonderful message and beautifully delivered my friend!

Are you ready for some humor tomorrow?


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Thank you, Xstatic. In those days the mountains she lived in were almost a wilderness and could be genuinely dangerous, which I suppose added to the zest of going out with her to explore them. And yes, a little regret. I wish I'd written down what she told me. Thanks for dropping by!


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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

This is a wonderful and poignant poem, tinged with a little regret. Well done and beautiful!


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

I appreciate that, To. I wrote this years ago, shortly after my grandmother's death. Yes, it's strange how children retain little things...sometimes forever. Thanks for your kind comments.


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tobusiness 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

Beautiful poem, childhood memories can come back to hunt us when we least expects it.


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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire Author

Thank you, JGG...yes, it's G-rated. Thank you for your kind comments, and thanks for dropping by!


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JohnGreasyGamer 4 years ago from South Yorkshire, England

Ooh, a very quaint poem and beautifully written. The title alone made me giggle, as I wasn't sure what to think. Very innocent, and I loved it.

Voted up, beautiful and interesting ^^

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