On a handmade bookshelf
in the corner of my living room
sits a scrapbook
overflowing with memories.
On the very first page
there is a picture
of a baby
with a lopsided smile
and a dimple
not quite on the cheek
not quite above the lip
but somewhere in the middle
much like the girl
who rarely falls
where people think she should.
On the same page
is a note
written in Grandma Bateman’s handwriting
it simply reads
“Kristian Lorraine Cosner
November 12, 1984
6:32 am
6 lbs. 8 oz.
19 inches.”
So much in that little note
for it is not just a handwritten announcement
of a new life
but the life of Dorothea’s last grandchild
and only granddaughter.
A baby spoiled by love
before she ever left the womb.
Now, the woman with the same lopsided smile
and oddly placed dimple
is still just as odd
and falling in the middle.
Oh, Grandma!
I often wonder what you would think of me now.
Would you still get that twinkle
in your eye
as you watched me dance
just like you did all those years ago?
Would it be like looking in a mirror
watching the woman with dark hair
and a silver streak
dance barefoot in the kitchen
as she cooks?
In that same scrapbook
there is a card you wrote
in the year 1988
to be given to me
on November 12, 2000.
You knew you wouldn’t be here
to give it to me yourself, but still,
you wanted, as you called me,
the apple of your eye
to have something from you to open
on her sweet sixteenth.
I knew then, my thoughtfulness
comes from you.
I always wanted to be that kind of woman
thoughtful
compassionate
who thinks of others
and does for others.
Thank you, Grandma,
for loving me
and giving me
your humor
and compassion
and the silver streak in my hair.
For the wisdom of knowing
the power behind a pair of stilettos,
and teaching me what to look for
in a man
even if I was a bit too young
to hear about the size of his feet!
I laugh, now
because it’s so you…
“Classic Dot,” as they’d say
And on this day
November 12, 2021
I will honor you
for I would be nothing
without the woman
who always thought so highly of me.
All I have of you now
are the memories preserved in that scrapbook
that sits on the handmade bookshelf
in the corner of my living room
and I wear them in my smile
that forms that oddly placed dimple
that bothers me.
I smile anyway
for I am Dorothea’s granddaughter,
and for that, I am proud!
Melancholy and loving. Beautiful!
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Thank you!!
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Oh how beautifully written. What a precious post. Sending hugs and love. ❤️🤗
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Thank you so much!! Love and hugs back!! 🤗❤
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❤️🤗🥰
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A beautiful tribute to your grandma. She would be proud of you!
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Thank you so much, Renee!!
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Really lovely!
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I think Dorothea would be so proud of the woman you have become. Smart, caring, kind, and beautiful in every way. The way you wrote this string of memories is absolutely beautiful and compelling. Happy Birthday, my dear friend!
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Awww, thank you, Brad! ❤😘
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Wonderfully penned and expressed Madam Dimple K 🙂
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Thank you!!
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