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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So unbelievably touching Phoebe! You are such a beautiful poetess, a natural at reading poetry. I loved this!
Aww Rob, thank you. ๐ ๐ ๐
So beautiful!
So fear not the seasonโs change, grandma,
nor the graying sun,
the silvering stream-
as the end of the road
will glisten a rainbow,
and the mists of tomorrow
will clear away your fog.
This gave me sad chills – the imagery is incredible and the poignancy of the emotion behind it is breathtaking. thank you.
Thank you! ๐
Truly beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you so much ๐
So poignant and very well written.
Thank you ๐