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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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe, Spoken Word Videos
You have a fantastic blog! I am sure your grandmother remembers you. She always will.
What do you miss most about your grandma, Miss Phoebe? I hope mine comes to visit me soon.
I miss just being with her, and her just being her…you know? She lives on the other side of the world, so I only have my memories to treasure. You are lucky to have yours within reach… 😢
So Beautiful! ! <3
Thank you! 🙂
You’re quite welcome Phoebe! ♡