Ode to My Grandfather
His hands smelled of sun and labour. Since the very first time they held me, they have never been soft. If I had to describe him in just one word, rough would be my best choice.
My grandfather had been a farmer almost all his life, except for a brief parentheses when he worked as a miner. It was very common, at that time, to leave the family behind and go abroad to find fortune.
I like to think that the time he spent digging underground gifted him with the colour of his eyes, as they were as blue as a summer sky.
He was a rough man in his appearance yet his voice was a chime of windbells. I will forever treasure the countless times he had me sitting on
his lap to recount his stories – World War II, his days in the mines, his childhood.
He sang me songs long lost to the wind and taught me games that are my amusement still.
He watched me blossom like a shy moonflower and just when I needed him most, he went for the final journey.
He was my rough, beloved grandfather.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWhat a lovely tribute to a beloved grandfather, Lorena. Is this pure fiction, or based on someone in your own family? Welcome to Voice Club and Happy Holidays!
Thank you Fuji 🙂 I wish you Happy and Joyful Holidays too!
No, it’s not fiction. It’s based on my dad’s dad, I loved him so much and never had a chance to write down how important he was for me. Finally I had the opportunity to do so.
“…to leave the family behind and go abroad to find fortune.”, this phrase makes me cry. I know exactly the feeling when our mother leaves us and works abroad. And here I am now like my mother. I am also planning to do the same with my own children (sigh). Nicely done.
A warm welcome to voice club, Lorena. Looking forward to reading more stories from you.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleLotchie thank you so much for your honest feedback ☺️
If you have the opportunity, take your children with you and don’t leave them. I left my own family before being myself a mother and moved to a different country and it can be overwhelming at times.
I wish you all the best in your future plans.
You’re most welcome, Lorena. I will if I can.
Welcome to Voice.Club, Lorena. Such a beautiful name. Does your name derive from Laurel tree?
I adore your imagery in,”His hands smelled of sun and labour…” and “blossom like a shy moonbeam.”
You really captured a child’s love for her Grandpa. I thoroughly enjoyed your story. Please continue writing.
Happy New Year!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHappy New Year Margarida!
I really appreciate your feedback, so thank you ?
My writing style is full of metaphors and imagery, I hope I’ll have the chance to show you more in the days to come 😉
Congratulations on winning, Lorena.
Thanks a lot ♥️
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYou’re most welcome.