Closing her eyes

and

emptying her head

letting the silver dream-mists

converge

over her, bringing

memories

of loved ones

never to return

Grandpa,

with his smiling face

Grandma,

with her womanly grace

Knowing she was

their pride and joy,

that in their hearts

she had a place,

a warm partial

place

whatever she did

they loved her

unconditional love

She smiles as she

sleeps

letting the dreams

**Written and dedicated to my grandma in the month of her death, September 2008.....We were very, very close.**

I was alone

And yet not alone

Because thoughts

Of you

Were with me

I sang

The last song

I ever sang to you

And it ripped my heart

Like claws

I let thoughts

Of you

Fill my head

Because then I lived

Those moments

Over again

And again

I heard your laugh

Saw your smile

And I cried

I wished I could grab you

And pull you

Children, grandchildren, great and great-great, too
She taught all something no matter the age.
Five generations she spread her love through
And wrote special notes on our life’s book’s page.

Now we remember the times she was near
Reflecting on her magnanimous deeds
And think of the moments we all hold dear
And the intelligence planted like seeds.