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.
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Touching and beautiful. So full of love.
Thank you so much. ๐
That’s beautiful. Really enjoy your posts.
Thanks so much. ๐
What a lovely tribute to your grandmother. I love your blog…full of joy, and wonderful things to explore. hugs, pat
Thanks so much, Pat…that means a lot. ๐
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This is just so lovely and heart warming. The poets beautiful soul is weaved within the lines. Enjoy!
This is just so lovely and truly touched my heart and soul. I too had this depth of love for my dear, dear grandmother – she is no longer with me, but her spirit forever remains, as does her words of wisdom. Thank you for sharing a piece of your beautiful soul with us. ๐
Thank you so much for your kind thoughts. I understand how much your grandmother meant to you, and yes, her spirit will always live on. Thank you so much for sharing, and much bless. ๐