Gamie's Poetry

My mother's mother, whom we affectionately called Gamie, lived with us until her passing when I was still very young (seven). I want to keep her memory alive, so I've been reading two books about her that my sister compiled several years ago. One is a picture album of her life, and the other contains her poetry.

Yesterday I typed out one of her poems, backed it with pretty scrapbook paper, and hung it on our wall. I want to remember Gamie, and I also want the girls to grow up knowing about her. And I'd love our home to display who we really are, and what is important to us.

I'd like to share with you the poem I displayed.

Shadow and Flame

The dancing shadows
play upon the hearth,
And cast their magic
in the dark,
And dreams and hopes
that dormant lie,
Burst into flame
before my eyes,
Then darkness and despair
that struggle over light,
Shall be vanquished in the
flame, this quiet night.

by Violet H., Gamie


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