Gift from the grandma
Her paint smocks on the clothesline
reminds her of her grandma;
she always loved the colorful bedsheets,
esp. ones with pink and yellow combination;
she said, they not only did cuddle me,
spring coziness, but lead me to the dream of
the life, with my late husband,
bitter and sweet; rough and gentle.
When her grandma passed on she gathered
all her bedsheets, turned them to the smocks;
lovely paint smocks for her.
In the smocks she is confident;
learn the art of her grandma’s good life;
her paint brush dances on the canvas;
she flies higher.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
Lovely
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I love this. It reminds me of my dear Grandma and my Aunt Dot, the artist, who taught us the joy of color and the arts.
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Thank you so much for sharing about your grandma. Mine passed away when I was very young, and I have no memory of her, except the stories told about her.
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Thank you, Derrick
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One of your best, I think.
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Many thanks, Jerry.
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I agree. It is a sweet piece, and it certainly brings back thoughts of my grandmother. What a perfect way to hold on to the memory!
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Thank you so much, Frederick, for sharing your memory of your grandmother and the kind word.
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