Poem written about my Grandmother Joan

Treats of Wisdom

Tea Cups Brimming With Knowledge The jagged edges of each velvet leaf a round teacup with petite lavande roses The essence of Joan. Her silver hair combed away from her face, inabling her high cheek bones to be revealed. Eyes that shine like emerald pools, glisten as we visit. Things like treats of wisdom are passed down to me. She made me feel so special, the facts that she shares with me have exceptional meaning. Her diary is thick with events that happened long ago. The freezer is full of date bread, the flavor that Joan makes, from nuts and and flour and dates; Loaves of bread, a treat to most. Her demeanor is majestic, with words so mystical. I miss her so. She gave me so much. In store is a caring evening of love and conversation, my memory of Joan on the burner. We sip alone. In Memory of Joan Cantlin By Jolene Lanka © 2006 Jolene Lanka (All rights reserved)