End of the Line



Grandma's house at the end of the line in Norwood, LA


There is a place at the end of the line,

Where the train track stops, as well as time.


Home to few, more ghosts than any,

Forgotten ways and days are many.


The green is lush, the air is thick,

Laced with ivy-covered, crumbling brick.


Hundreds of years of lives and lore,

So many of mine have gone before.


The best of me has come from those,

Who rest here in eternal throes.


The backbone of my family tree,

With branches stretching out to sea.


Across these quiet hills and dales,

Where plantations reigned, then came to fail.


Lazy bees buzz as we stagger in the heat,

The freshly dug grave looms at our feet.


Saying goodbye to another of the best,

Before drying our eyes and heading west.


I claim a piece of you as mine,

As I leave this place,

At the end of the line.
 

Dedicated to Uncle Jimmy, Aunt Jane, Aunt Joy, Gagy & Grandmommie, Grandma, Uncle Tobe, Uncle Tip, Uncle West and Aunt La La.  And Sonny.
 

Comments

  1. You have a gift. More please.

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  2. Please pass me a tissue. Gorgeous.

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    1. Sorry to make you cry, but thank you!

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  3. Makes me think of visiting my Georgia grandmother growing up. I remember snapdragons in her garden and fireflies at night. Lovely writing.

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    1. Grandmothers always make the best memories, and yours sound wonderful.

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  4. I really enjoyed this piece. The music lover in me wants to hear it as a song.

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    1. Thanks, Kristin. Maybe I will pull out the guitar this weekend...

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  5. This is such a beautiful tribute. I live the line, "I claim a piece of you as mine"

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  6. So, so beautiful and a touching tribute to your loved ones.

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  7. Love the backbone of the family tree image. This is wonderful.

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  8. I love this! I so admire those who can write poetry.

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    1. Thank you! I am not a poet, but this is what came out at 4am when I couldn't sleep the night after the funeral.

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    1. Thank you for the kind compliment.

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  10. what a beautiful piece. Very very lovely

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  11. So many lovely lines here... the backbone of your family tree, the lazy bees, claiming a piece of you as mine. Love this.

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