This is the last one in the series suggested by Eric in Ventura. His phrase was:This is the last one in the series suggested by Eric in Ventura. His phrase was:”The attic, grandma’s art hidden behind the attic crawl space”
Having gotten close to the end of the list of suggestions, I’ve been working off on my own for a while. I completed six sonnets on the weekend during quiet moments at the art fair and I’m now over the 100 mark!
It’s an expected death, but still, she’s gone –
in heaven with Grandpa – her life love – again
and now it’s up to us to clear the home.
Sixty years of chatchkis, what a pain!
The auctioneer comes first and takes the best.
Next the ebay guy, then Goodwill runs,
and lastly to the dump with all the rest
but family albums. Oh! The attic’s full
of paintings! Whose are these? My God, they’re hers!
We’d no idea she was so good at art.
And dates! She’d painted in her youth for years,
but none since when our Grandpa stole her heart.
So sad, on these walls only now we see t
he artist her life wouldn’t let her be.
I like this one best of all your works. It reminds me of my daughter who left a room filled with her works when she passed away a few weeks back. None of us realized she had been so prolific..:)
Wow, SG – so** sorry for your loss. I understand only from being told, that it is harder to lose a child than any other family member. My thoughts and prayers to out to you – and mental huggs also.
Yes, I feel that it should have been me who went first, thanks for your prayers…
This is such a touching sonnet – thank you.
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