grandparents lives I only ever knew through words on stone
words: mandy smith
photo: phill deason
in response to the grandparents theme at One Deep Breath.
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Beautiful words, and picture.
The young grebes born this year are about to leave their parents, they are still shouting after them, begging for food and within two weeks it will be the big departure. After their small family restricted life for spring and summer they begin to meet by hundreds of birds on the lakes and learn social life.
As psychoanalysts said "you will quit father and mother".
That is so sad.
But the words are fitting the picture. Maybe our losses will be one day moss covered too.
A sad poem, but wonderful combination of words and photo.
Yes, sad but very moving. Both photo and words. A nicely written one-liner, IMHO.
The photograph is absolutely mesmerizing - the shape of the tree limb as if protecting the stones... Your words are very touching.
Powerful combination of words and image!
sad yet beautiful poem, and it fits well with the photo, which appears to be a family plot?
So sad, yet reflective. Beautifully composed.
...we had to meet here, on this side, to have a talk at least on phone...
Beautiful cemetery and beautiful words.
Sad and contemplative haiku and photo. Really well done, though, too. The "words on stone" is a line that has so much depth and many stories in it.
A wonderful combination of words and image. The words are very sad. I would have been much poorer had I not known my grandparents.
I love the way you put words into poetry.
Wish I could string two sentences together without uttering something stupid.
beautifully combined...and sad.
What a beautiful and haunting image.
A beautiful haiku.
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