Grandmother’s Dragonfly

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This happened.

 

Through a haze of tears

And buzzing in my ears,

I heard the vicar’s voice

That told me to rejoice,

That you were like a dragonfly,

Your dazzling soul emerging when you died.

At home, I found an envelope from you,

Your handwriting – cursive, blue –

Reminded me that you were gone

And the circle of life would carry on.

I tore the flap to see what was inside:

The brooch you always wore – a dragonfly.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Dragonfly Brooch 1

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27 thoughts on “Grandmother’s Dragonfly

  1. Such a nice Grandmother, Kim. Every time you wear that brooch or look at it in your jewelry box she will speak to you, kind words of love and encouragement.
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    1. I’m so pleased you like it! The vicar who wrote the eulogy was the son of my grandmother’s best friend who died some years before her – they lived in the same same old people’s complex – and he didn’t know anything about the brooch! I can still smell her lily of the valley scent sometimes and I still talk to her all these years later.

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  2. What a lovely poem, and what a beautiful pin to wear and hold close to your heart your grandmother’s love! There are days when I see dragonflies everywhere…in the pattern on a shirt, or a pin, or even a live one landing on a plant or branch nearby. Perhaps sent by a loved one to let us know we are not alone, there love is still with us. I would like to think that anyway.

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