Fragments of moons past
sketch silhouettes of
a scenery divine.
A daytime reverie.
Fond memory.
A granddaughter missing you.
Do you recall, grandma?
Long ago, a grandbaby born
into an era of bitter lack,
that enriched by your presence,
comforting embrace,
renewed to an age of precious worth?
Do you suffer, grandma?
Parted by spanning seas,
my tears diffuse beneath the rain.
Had I a wish and a dove I became,
my wings would span,
sealing the distance between us.
Do you remember me, grandma?
Though the crook of time
has stolen your sight,
stripped your mind,
blunted your strength,
with a heavy heart
I still see you as before-
with beauty so simple,
love so pure
to inspire
a nightingaleโs lament.
So fear not the seasonโs change, grandma,
nor the graying sun,
the silvering stream-
as at the end of the road
will glisten a rainbow,
and the mists of tomorrow
will clear away your fog.
And then I will again be your grandbaby.
โ

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Beautiful tribute to your Grandma, and all grandmothers ๐
Thank you ๐
Beautiful poem , my children all loved their grandma so much and when they talk to me of her, their sentiments are similar to yours here . I am so grateful for a mother who meant so much to my children , thank you for sharing this beautiful poem . xx
Aww thank you for reading. ๐
This was beautiful!!!
Thank you! ๐
Beautifully penned.
Thank you ๐
What a beautiful beautiful and eloquent, emotional poem and reading! It made me cry with the depth of emotional connection… Thank you for sharing this.. xx
Aww thank you so much, Wendy, for your kind words! ๐ ๐
You’re very welcome Phoebe – I was very touched by your poem! x