Ode to Granny’s “Pretties”: Now I understand.

img_3415“Be careful with my pretties,”

She hoped we’d understand.

We did … and we didn’t,

But respected her command.

 

img_3407Granny had these oddities,

Little they had in common,

She called them little “pretties,”

and liked to gaze upon them.

 

img_3405Others called them chachkis,

Nicknacks and thingamajigs,

But Granny called them “pretties.”

She was the only one who did!

 

img_3414But that was many years ago,

Decades of moons, alas.

Gone, is she, now a Granny am I,

her voice distant and past.

 

img_3406I smile to reflection,

Her “pretties” close to mind,

As I gaze upon my own this time,

Such delicate and lovely finds.

 

img_3401For now I finally understand,

What & why they mattered.

I wonder if she knew that too,

That I’d one day share that with her.

 

 


Poem & photos by Krystyn Hartman © 2019

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