May 6, 2009
SHE WAS GRACIOUS
Judges Award Winners 2002 Turlock Arts Commission Poetry Contest
3rd place by Sheila D. Landre Modesto
Bobbie Watson, she was gracious,
the way she wore her garden hat
among the bearded iris,
every color, row on row,
bending to her gloved caress.
She would smile and talk
to violets by the doorstep and
make sure the cats each
had a sunny spot to nap.
Bobbie Watson, she was gracious,
the way she sat so regally
in an antique chair
in her handmade house,
pastel portraits of her children
on the wall. She paid such
close attention, asked such
thoughtful questions,
listened.
Bobbie Watson, she was gracious,
the way she comforted and
held me in her warm embrace
the day of Ernie’s funeral
–How suddenly he’d died!–
but she was strength and
she was grace and she knew
where life was going,
where it came from,
how to live it.
Bobbie Watson, she was gracious,
in some fine immortal way
that makes me want to drive
up into the shady hills,
drift along the leafy curves
and down the pebble driveway,
to look across the old stone wall
and see her in her garden hat
kneeling there among the iris.