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La Cancion de Abuelita*
by Alex Smyth
When you open your eyes
The mist on the mountains
The deep purple mist that lies high in the mountains
Rolls down from the mountains
Floats down from the tops of the high purple mountains
To rest in your dark purple eyes
When softly you stir
In the still of the morning
Your first gentle stir in the grey of the morning
Is just the beginning of sweet ocean breezes
The sweet ocean breezes that float on the waters
That float on the waters to far away beaches
With butterfly kisses from you
When you cry out
Your cry is a summons
Your summons floats upwards to hearken the angels
You hearken the angles to fly to your cradle
On silk silent wings flying swift to your cradle
With blessings they sing you to sleep
Then when you're asleep
In my arms, nietecito
The peace of your sleep makes your heart gently beat
The rhythm of peace in your heart ripples out
The ripples flow out with the peace in your heart
And the universe calms as you sleep
Dios bendiga mi nietecito 09/08/2004 Author's Note: *Grandmother's Song. I am hopelessly, helplessly possessed by a fellow who weighs 9 lbs 7 ounces.
Posted on 09/08/2004
Copyright © 2026 Alex Smyth
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 09/08/04 at 10:52 PM And the tears in my eyes for you, Grandmother Smyth, are pure and full of joy! Oh, precious Dakota... you are so loved! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/09/04 at 03:20 AM A very beautiful lullaby. The flow is so natural and even. Excellent writing. |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 09/13/04 at 09:31 PM This is so sweet Alex...a magical incantation, crafted through it's imagery and repetitive reinforcement...Excellent! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/14/04 at 03:37 AM The serenity of nature meshed with our relations to the small babies is pure magic in this verse. Great read that brings a warm fuzzy feeling to the heart and a small tear to the eye. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 10/01/04 at 12:34 AM Just back again to fall in love with him all over again... through your eyes and words. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/03/04 at 11:21 AM grandma, yours is a song forever young, in whose soft murmurings cradles are gently rocked and worlds. |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 10/06/04 at 12:26 PM Oh, my sincerest congratulations on POTD!!!! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/06/04 at 04:59 PM Su poema es muy hermoso y habla de una relaci especial. Yo nunca supe a mi abuela, ella muricuando era muy joven. Gracias para un poema sensible empezar el d con. Las felicitaciones en EN CONSERVA! |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/28/04 at 05:54 PM heart warming Alex: There is nothing like a newborn grandchild for a grand parent...Charlie |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/29/04 at 03:14 PM Oh, dear grandmother, what a wonderful poem about the new life in your world. The repetition in your poem captures the rhythm of the baby's peaceful heart as well as the symbiosis between you and your grandchild. I also like the connection with nature and the great metaphors. Lovely and well done poem, Alex. |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 02/19/05 at 07:42 PM this is a gorgeous piece. i absolutely adore it. |
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