Author: Jenny

Lloyd’s Grandma

Last year I was in England in the spring.

Delicate pink blossom covered everything.

Gold, purple, blue and snow white flowers were seen.

In every garden, roadside, different shades of green.

I had not been in England for some years,

My memories of that land cost me tears,

For when in vain I fly to a bedside,

Too late to hear fond voices,

Some have died.

Every few years for loving, precious days,

I visit my old country,

Tread past ways.

Remaining friends are welcoming,

But here’s the thing:

This land is full of meaning and my life.

Despite long snowy winters, toil and strife,

Twas here played out the story of my dreams,

Fulfilling all my hopes and fruitful schemes.

This year I am in Canada in spring.

Pink blossom covers everything.

Gold, purple, blue and snow white flowers are seen.

In every garden, roadside, different shades of green.

Jenny Panda

 A Painting I did of Marion, a founding member of our Art Group.

Marion

It was many and many a year ago

When I first saw her doing Tai Chi.

She was wearing a golden satin suit,

Shining brightly for all to see.

And the women who followed her gentle moves

Imitated her carefully.

Kindly and clever, funny and smart,

She inspired all with tales of the past.

Marion held us enthralled with her wonderful life-

Entertained us many a laugh.

She painted the Main Street all through the year

In Spring and in Summer and Fall.

With a delicate touch, her pictures were bright,

Now hanging on many a wall.

Up to the last she continued to learn-

Painting portraits and jazz she could play.

Her brilliance continues to shine in our hearts

And inspire us for many a day.

Jenny Panda

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