Hello blog friends,
This week, Robbie Cheadle invites Tanka Tuesday participants to respond to an oxymoron, a phrase that seems to contradict itself. I've chosen the phrase historical present. But first, my explanation.
My Grandma died decades ago and had very little to call her own. When she was widowed, my father purchased a mobile home for her and put it close to our small farmhouse. When I could, I'd escape our busy household and visit with Grandma. She told me stories of traveling via horse and wagon, and explained her family's struggles during the Great Depression. One day, she told me about the treasured clock she purchased with Green Stamps. It looked like a boat, and I'd never seen a clock like that.
After Grandma passed and when my dad was ailing, he asked me if I'd like the riverboat clock. "No one else wants it," he told me. I was elated.
The clock now sits near our kitchen/dining room, and throughout the day, I notice it and think of Grandma. The past and present meet through this Green Stamp relic.
Here's my simple Tanka poem:
This week, Robbie Cheadle invites Tanka Tuesday participants to respond to an oxymoron, a phrase that seems to contradict itself. I've chosen the phrase historical present. But first, my explanation.
My Grandma died decades ago and had very little to call her own. When she was widowed, my father purchased a mobile home for her and put it close to our small farmhouse. When I could, I'd escape our busy household and visit with Grandma. She told me stories of traveling via horse and wagon, and explained her family's struggles during the Great Depression. One day, she told me about the treasured clock she purchased with Green Stamps. It looked like a boat, and I'd never seen a clock like that.
After Grandma passed and when my dad was ailing, he asked me if I'd like the riverboat clock. "No one else wants it," he told me. I was elated.
The clock now sits near our kitchen/dining room, and throughout the day, I notice it and think of Grandma. The past and present meet through this Green Stamp relic.
Here's my simple Tanka poem:
Do you have something special from your grandma? I am deeply grateful for this simple gift and ever so glad my sibs did not want it. I think it was meant for me. ❤️
Have a wonderful weekend, dear friends.
Have a wonderful weekend, dear friends.
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