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!
Grandma’s attic
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.
Skyscapes for the Soul - Jeni Bate 