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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Incredible poem. I miss my Grandma and this poem made my eyes moist….so beautiful and tender.Thank YOU! 🙂
Thank you kindly 🙂
Grandfather passed away last week. I’ve tried to write it out, but I can’t capture that amazing man into words. Ive read this countless times over the past week and just cried. Thank you, because without your poem Id have gone nuts. This man raised me, he was a father to me. You may not have intended this, but something you wrote had a profound impact on this chapter of my life.
I am so very sorry for your loss, Matthew. 😢 Your words mean a lot to me, thank you. I will be keeping you in my thoughts.
Hi Matthew, I’m Markie. I am truly so sorry for your loss! I thought I would take a moment to say that, first of all, you’re not alone. I remember all of the feelings after my Grammy died, with whom I was very close. Your mind knows it but your heart rebels against it!
Also, give yourself time. I have written many poems on grief and most of them are inspired by her; but none were written right away. When the time is right the words will pour out of you, and when they do I hope they are as cathartic for you as mine have been for me.
I am sure your grandma remembers you. She always will. Great blog!