Bye Grandma Poem by Moses Ocharo

As you slip into semi-eternal slumber
Sleep to wake no more
To meet those that went afore
Go clasp their dreams from your chamber.

What have you not seen?
What pains thy breast not born'?
These toils, you hands hath callused, worn
You've in misery and happiness been.

Though one tongue you coulmd talk
All wisdom you did clasp
Poured it forth while you'd sorghum rasp
And thought my feet to walk.

Still remember when id you visit
You'd up jump with joy, eyes ablaze
Aslit as you'd intently at me gaze
And asl endless questions before id sit.

How can i forget your sweet voice
You'd sing from morn to dusk
As you went through each task
But now you wont hear any noise.

As we now drown in our tears
And watch the twilight of your sun
Knowing that your race you've run
And crossed the line of your years.