ELLIE, "THE POET IN ME"
MY GRANDMOTHER'S POMEGRANATE
I was five or perhaps six, but I remember very clearly,
that I loved to pick the red seeds of a pomegranate.
It was an intriguing task, for a little girl my age.
They were laid out in an orderly way, inside a house,
surrounded by a membrane which you had to remove,
after you had successfully peeled off the outer skin.
The juicy red seeds, were attached to a honeycomb like
base; that held them together.
Oh how! I loved to remove one seed at a time, from
its place and hurriedly put it, into my mouth. It
was a past time; that I would give anything to enjoy.
I remember my grandmother; tall and thin but very old
and beautiful. She used to come to my house, just to
give me a bath. I knew, she loved me very much, but
when it came to her pomegranates, it was another matter.
She would not part of them, not even for me.
In the afternoons, when they; the family, were having
their tea, I would make my move; asking her to give me
one from the bunch, that was hanging from the ceiling.
That was where, she used to keep them; but in vain.
The only thing that would change her mind, was for me
to dance and sing; her favorite song. After my
performance, down would come the pomegranate and into
my little hands.
The joy and love, she had for me, is so vivid in my
memory. She had long fingers, very thin and her hands
were like velvet. She would put her arms around me,
hug me, with so much love. I remember it, as if, it
was yesterday.
Happy memories, that vividly come back to me, every
time I see a pomegranate at the store. The sweet taste
of their seeds bring back in my mind, pictures of
little hands, picking them out of their honeycomb
casings.
Happy memories of a loving grandmother, who adamantly
held on to her treasure, until she got; what she loved
the most. A song and a dance from her little
granddaughter.
Note:The leson from this poem is: good things are well hidden and they have always a price to pay. You must put a great deal of work to find and dig them out.
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