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 nightingale’s lament.
So fear not the season’s 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.
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I hope your grandma wherever she is, is watching and sending you all her love & protection in return.
Thank you for your beautiful and kind words! ❤️
A beautiful poem, Phoebe, and I love the photo of you both. So moving.
It’s like you’ve reading my mind lately. I miss my grandma everyday and I miss her more than ever today. If I could write her note it would be this 😭😭
Sending you warm thoughts 🌷
Thank you 🤗
Beautiful!
Losing someone close and precious to you is hard. You had great moments with your grandmother and that can’t be replace. Beautiful writing.