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A Poem of My Grandmother's Soft Pillows

Updated on March 19, 2017
A grandmother very much like Mama Dolly.
A grandmother very much like Mama Dolly. | Source

Mama Dolly was my maternal grandmother. Of all the words that come to mind when I think of her, nurturing, comforting, and love are it. Mama Dolly was short, round, buxom, red haired, and a beautiful woman up until the day she breathed her last. She smelled of perfume or talcum powder, and her cheeks were always blushed with rouge. Like most grandmothers, her cheeks were incredibly soft. I loved to kiss them. Her laugh was like music. Her speaking voice like tinkling bells. I am not trying to be poetic here, honest. They are just the words that burst into my mind.

Dear Mama Dolly was the most nurturtng person to ever grace my life. My mother was very nurturing as well. But there was something about Mama Dolly that just went beyond. She loved us through food, attention, playing with us, and telling stories. She never used books, she just memorized all the classics and the Bible. The most nurturing thing she did was to sit me in her lap to rest my head against her round bosoms. It was warm there, soft, and more comforting than anything I've ever experienced. I wrote a poem about it recently when I was starving for comfort, even at age sixity.

Isn't she beautiful?

Mama Dolly and Grandpa Lyle on their 50th wedding anniversary.
Mama Dolly and Grandpa Lyle on their 50th wedding anniversary. | Source

Grandmother's Bosoms

Snuggled into the comforting pillows

of my grandmother’s round bosoms,

I often slept and dreamed

of running in colored meadows

where life was safe and golden.

As we cuddled, my grandmother told me

tales without books or pages.

She taught me to hear and see

adventures through her voice

and words that kindled my imagination.

As I rested against Grandmother’s soft pillowy bosoms,

we sang giddy, silly songs, and made

funny motions with our hands.

In the warmth of her pillows

I learned stories about God from the Bible,

that I would know His nearness and promises.

Sometimes I wept into the sanctuary

of my grandmother’s pillows

where I found solace and security

in her croons of “there there,”

her kisses on my damp cheeks,

and the rhythm of her rocking.

Whatever the reason I rested

in my Grandmothers pillowy bosoms,

she was faithful to weave the message

that God loves me as I am,

every waking moment, and that His bosom

is a secure place to lay my head

now and long after she is gone.

© 2016 Lori Colbo. All rights reserved.

As you might have noticed in the poem, I often spent my sorrows in my grandmother's lap to weep. She crooned and rocked me back to happiness. Mama Dolly broke the mold when it came to being a nurturer. I don't know if anyone could quite live up to her. I feel so honored and blessed to be her granddaughter.

Mama Dolly was a great cook, like most grandmothers, and whatever ill befell us, the remedy was food or a story. I loved the story best. She also loved board and card games. My mom was not fond of games and was bored to death, but played because it pleased her mom and she didn't want to be a party pooper. Mama Dolly was a patient teacher, not just how to play, but how to be a good sport. She always had the right words when we lost and were disappointed.

My dear little grandmother loved to buy us treats, but was always considerate by asking Mom first. So that she wouldn't get us all worked up and then be disappointed if Mom said no, Mama Dolly would spell it out. "Bunny (my Mom's name) would you mind if I bought the k-i-d-s some c-a-n-d-y?" By the time we were in high school she was still doing this. We finally broke the news to her one day that we had been reading since the first grade and knew how to spell. She wasn't insulted or embarrassed. She laughed and said, "Well of course."

Mama Dolly had a little nickname for me - "My little Madonna." She didn't mean the pop star, who didn't show up until after her death. It took me years before I found out what a Madonna was. She always said it so lovingly that it made me feel special to her heart.

My grandkids got gypped in the bosom department. But I have a good lap, tell a good story, and love them to pieces. I am sad, though, that the only grands near me are in their teens and adulthood. Lap sitting doesn't seem to be their thing. When they were little though, I did a lot of story telling on my lap with lots of snuggling. I have several grands who don't know me and it makes me sad I can't see them, but maybe one day.

If you are a grandmother or grandfather, you have to be you. Kids will love you if you are yourself, and kind and loving in a way they can see. But if you have a good lap and soft pillowy bosoms, why not rock those children in your lap. The blessing to both of you will be immense.

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      William Kovacic 9 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Grandmothers are the best! Thanks for sharing this one with us, Lori. Grandfathers aren't too bad either. I have great memories of both.

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      Lori Colbo 9 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Pop, I am blessed for sure.

      Ruby, isn't it wonderful when the snuggle close and sometimes look into your eyes? My arms ache to hold a little one.

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      Lori Colbo 9 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Pop, I am blessed. Thanks for stopping by.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 9 months ago from Southern Illinois

      This was such a beautiful story. Like you, I was not gifted with large bosoms, but I have a friendly lap. My first grandchild, Jackie Jr. had a mother who was REALLY blessed. One time when he was about two I picked him up and he laid his head on my chest, he raised his head and looked at me then laid his head down again, this time he had a confused look on his face. I laughed and assured him it was ok, nanny loved him just the same as mommy. Your grandmother was beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

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      breakfastpop 9 months ago

      You are a very lucky woman, and your grands are just as fortunate as you were.

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      Lori Colbo 9 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Bill, I'm glad to have given you a smile for the day.

      Dora, you are most right in saying she was a saint and a blessing. Thanks for the visit and comments.

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      Dora Weithers 9 months ago from The Caribbean

      Lori, you were blessed with one of (if not the greatest) blessing a little girl could have--a saint for a grandmother. You are still blessed with the sweet memory of her. Thanks for sharing this beautiful tribute.

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      Bill Holland 9 months ago from Olympia, WA

      How very sweet....truly sweet. I can now start my day with a smile.

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      Lori Colbo 9 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      Oh my Eric. That's a hard blow. My advice, grow some bosoms and rock yourself to peace. Blessings dear friend.

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      Eric Dierker 9 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      This has feel good all over it. I am working on a theory that parents keep children grounded to the here and now. Grandparents lift a child's feet from the world and into a love of life.

      My life is strange -- yesterday the gal at school reported that my son's grandpa was there to pick him up. Oh well.