Grandmother’s Face to the Sun

We put grandmother’s face
towards the sun.
She had been sitting inside
all winter.
As she faced south in the cool breeze
she went down memory lane.
She remembered when she was a child
and she thought about when
she used to watch the turtles
on the river bank, basking
in the sunshine.
She felt connected to
spring as the birds sang in nearby trees.
What stories she could tell
to future generations,
if they would only listen.

Mary Bone about Mary Bone
I have been writing since the age of twelve and have had two books of poetry published. My poems have appeared in journals, magazines, newspapers and online blogs. The most recent poetry acceptances are posted at Poetry Pacific, Literary Yard, Afflatus Magazine and my poem, ”Other Warriors” will appear in the July/August issue of Oklahoma Today Magazine. I also like to draw and paint in my spare time.