Her Name is Lucille by James ZealyI heard a name familiar
From a past memory
A precursor of life to be
Pink rockets shouted out
A new life and a new future
Another girl a new life path
Her name is Lucy short for Lucille
Whose namesake was a joyous soul
From bluegrass Kentucky hills
Her neat gray hair Pinned in a bun
Horn rimmed black glasses
A big laugh and a bigger smile
Proud and small town aristocratic
Her even tone and temperament
Belied a steely determined resolve
Associated with tickling fingers
And an effervescent giggle
She was Miss Lucille to all
We shared peanut butter vanilla wafers
Lemon Meringue and chocolate meringue pies from scratch
Fried chicken and country ham
A gossiping porch
Where every person passing
Had a fresh new scandal
Black berries and race horses
Hills of tobacco and working farms
Fresh sausage air cured country ham
Her descendants legacy
A love of people an easy laugh
Simple complex and proud
Her name was Lucille, Miss Lucille
Whose carriage and quiet force
Demanded simple respect
I still hear her laugh, enjoy her smile
See her fragile strength
And the tapping melody of her cane 03/27/2017
Author's Note: My newly born granddaughter is named Lucy short for Lucille. My grandmother died before my daughter of 34 years was born. She did not know the significance, she does now.
Posted on 03/27/2017 Copyright © 2024 James Zealy
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