Full circle of life

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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

47 thoughts on “Full circle of life

    • 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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    • 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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    • 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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    • 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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  1. 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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    • 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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  2. 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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  3. 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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