Grandmama

I woke up this morning
and sat at my grandmama’s feet.
The purest form of energy making a halo above me.
My grandmama
is the type of beautiful
that makes me imagine the entire world is soaked in God.
Her face wrinkled like an aged map.
Her eyes like planets make her face a constellation of stars.
Her body; entire galaxies.
She sings with a voice a thousand seas: strong, ancient, liquid, never-ending.
Smile as fresh as the palms of Badagry.



5 thoughts on “Grandmama” by Aurora Anne (@bugganni)

  1. My grandmama
    is the type of beautiful
    that makes me imagine the entire world is soaked in
    God.

    The above lines makes me imagine my mama too in that manner.

    good one

  2. Hope she sees this! Her face will glower in joy.

  3. Jo (@josephoguche)

    Hmmm … beautiful … you indeed sat at the foot of wisdom …

  4. Sure, this kind of similes only comes from one who indeed has sat at the foot of grandma. She must be proud of you. Well done!

  5. Lovely imagery. A sweet poem for grandma. Well done, Aurora.

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