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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A wonderful poem shared dear friend. I miss my dear grandmother also. Now I have became the grandfather. Thank you dear Phoebe for sharing the amazing verbal and written words.
Thank you for reading and for your kind words, John 🙂
You are welcome dear Phoebe.
What a beautiful poem, loved reading it.
Thank you 🙂
Beautifully done!
This is such a great tribute to your grandma! As I read it again, it made me choke up. Your opening lines are wonderful!
dwight
Bonds like these inspire the greatest poetry. Lucky are those who have been blessed with the tender love of their grandparents. It seems its something you only read about these days in stories and folk tales.