Full circle of life
Moon beams on her silver hair
brought an unearthly shine,
I stared at her soft chignon;
Felt love, and longing to have the same.
I was young, my hair touched by the sun
I didn’t realise that was exquisite too.
My longing was for Grandma’s moon beams
as I basked in her twinkling smile.
We sat on the balcony overlooking the sea,
with cake, coffee and milk for me,
watching the magic sea
where the moon lit a white, silver street;
White like my Grandma’s hair, Both shimmering.
She listened with love and interest
to my worries and joys, about friends,
about what all meant.
She told me stories from a life well lived
about her Ivar, the love of her life.
So many fun anecdotes and tears in her eyes.
We went to stand in front of his big portrait
He was like no other man, she said.
Wonder if the day will come,
when my sun-kissed hair gets eclipsed
by the moon beams of silvery white.
© miriam ivarson
How lovely!
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A warm thank you, Anne.
miriam
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If we are patient, love will find us all, eventually…
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Thank you Jenanita,
I do hope so as without love life is quite empty.
miriam
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It is, isn’t it?
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I think this is a lovely tribute to your grandmother, Miriam. Of course, we all eventually get there.
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Thank you, Robbie. Yes, we all get there if we are lucky. Just like the moon eclipses the sun. It is how we live in between that is important.
miriam
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Beautiful tribute to your grandmother, Miriam. Thank you for reminding me of my lovely relationship with my Mamaw. I miss her.
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Thank you Jill, I am glad to have reminded you of your own relationship with your Mamaw – I called mine ‘Farmor’ – ( Swedish version).
The two first stanzas just came . As I watched a beautiful moon that evening I thought of the circle of sun and moon and how life was like that.
miriam
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this is exquisite. And this — “It is how we live in between that is important.” you wrote it in a comment above — so very, very true. ❤
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A warm thank you, Louise, I am happy you liked this poem.
I am honoured that you picked up that comment as this is so important.
That we live it to the fullest and with love.💕.
miriam
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I love this Miriam – the way you conjure up the scene with the moon on her hair. It’s a lovely memory full of love and nostalgia.
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Andrea, thank you for your lovely comment. I am happy for the way you can see the setting. There was always love and I realise how lucky many of us
are. I often ran up to her house after school.🤗.
miriam
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This is a sweet tribute and touching poem Miriam. I hope we get there too. I’ve never had that great love either. Sending love and hope on a moonbeam.
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Thank you, Brad, for your warm and uplifting comment.
The moonbeam with love and hope arrived promptly. Nothing like it. 😊.
miriam
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Yay!
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Such perfect and beautiful poem, Miriam and a wonderful tribute to your grand mom. Too good.
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Thank you for your uplifting comment, Kamal. Love always lift our words and emotions higher. Bless.
miriam
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You are always welcome dear Miriam and yes Love is everything and happy and joyous. Stay safe.
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Beautiful! I was so happy to read your wonderful tribute through your beautiful painting of words❤️
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Thank you deeply, Barb, and wow… how wonderful to see you again.
Comparing my words to painting is praise coming from an artist like yourself.❤️.
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Wow! Your words surpass the beauty of the image and the bonding that they capture! I have to read and re-read to feel the emotions, so soft yet intense. Love and hugs dear friend.
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Balroop, a heartfelt thank you for this beautiful response. You have captured our relationship with such sensitivity and strength.
Love and hugs to you too my friend.
miriam
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Beautiful, Miriam…
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Thank you, Bette. 🤗.
miriam
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Soaked in nostalgia, of that warm and loving kind which mirrors respect for, and joy in, its subjects.
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Thank you for your kind comment, Roland. It is so true that I felt great respect and love for my Farmor. Also excitement as she shared so much.
I think it was brought to my mind again from so many wondering when they can go to the hairdresser again to colour and cut. A vision of Farmor’s beautiful hair flashed through my mind.
Miriam
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Very beautiful indeed.
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Thank you. 😊.
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Blessings! 🙂
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Good real-life poem, especially the last bit–yes, for most of us, hair does turn grey. Sigh. Even in other animals. I actually got to see mine when I couldn’t go to the hairdresser for months (and months).
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Thank you for your fun comment, Jacqui. Now, it was of course the silver white moon beams I was wanting.
Here the hairdressers aren’t open yet but I believe it will be next week.
I am getting quite used to my long hair ….. 🤔
miriam
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I love this, Miriam. Your imagery is breathtaking!
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Ahh …, Jennifer, what a beautiful comment and encouraging to boot.
Thank you 😊.
miriam
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This is a precious poem of a beautiful grandma-grand kid relationship. Thank you for sharing, Miriam. 🙂
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Miriam, it is always such joy to share what is in our hearts and life. That you
took it to your heart is precious. Thank you.
miriam
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Yes, Miriam, isn’t it beautiful that the joy connects our hearts. Thank you again for sharing!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck, I have already been over to your blog and smiled with
pleasure. It is a joy to be there. 🦋😊.
Miriam
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I do believe there is nothing in this world as lovely as the moon… any moon…jc
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Your love for the moon shines through, JC. I too find it mysterious and beautiful.
However, when the sun rises and displays its joyful colours, I love that intensely too.
thanks for your lovely comment.
miriam
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This is very beautiful. I can imagine you sitting on the balcony with your grandmother, looking at the moon. I will make sure I spend quality time with my grand daughter, just talking and looking natural wonders without an agenda, just letting the magic flow.
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Thank you, JoAnna, for your wonderful comment. Those memories are still
strong and was part of my growing life. You definitely will derive happiness and joy doing the same with your grand daughter, and so will she.
Bless
Miriam
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Thank you for that affirmation! Blessings to you, Miriam.
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Miriam, a most moving and evocative poem that reaches across the generations, covering the full circle of life! The image of a moonbeam in your poetry is a powerful one and shines throughout the years, the light of love and fun a beacon to the present now! A joy to read and one that will stay with me … always keep sharing your poems with us here! Such a delight and treat to read and share! xx
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Thank you, Annika, for this absolutely wonderful interpretation of my poem.
You are right about the importance of the moonbeam which you so eloquently say:
“shines throughout the years, the light of love and fun a beacon to the present now! “
Until the moon and sun pass each other again. I will with joy share as long as
words come. 🤗.
Miriam
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A beautiful poem!
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