Auntie Agnes’ Legacy
By Rhiannonw
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My grandmother’s cousin came to stay
supporting Mum in her Mum’s care.
She had few words but a smile so sweet
a twinkle with kindness and joy replete.
She captured my love, my honour, respect
and left me with something I can’t explain
I loved my grans, but she was a gem
her warmth in my heart would remain.
Myself I have no wealthy savings
to satisfy a grandchild’s cravings
but hope I model a listening ear
and teach them how to really care.
And helpful wisdom try to share
that I have slowly learned, prepare
them more for pitfalls hidden ahead
that they will meet when I am dead.
[IP: heirlooms]
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Such warm sentiments like the
Such warm sentiments like the ones in your poem, should be treasured forever.
A respectful heirloom indeed Rhiannon.
Jenny.
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This is beautiful, Rhiannon.
This is beautiful, Rhiannon. So representative of all those people who are never known to the wider world, but who make so much difference to family and friends.
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What a wonderful, positive
What a wonderful, positive Inspiration Point response - thank you Rhiannon - she does indeed sound like a treasure
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That's a lovely poem, you
That's a lovely poem, you made me think of kindness being like an Olympic torch, your Aunty lit it in you and you keep it shining to help your own family. a wonderful meaning of heirloom which I had not thought of
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I imagine you are a very wise
I imagine you are a very wise grandmother with lots of invaluable advice to give. Such a lot of ground covered in your poem, Rhiannon. Poignant. Paul
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