Out there in the freezing cold
Lo and behold!
Stood our dear old grandfather
He seemed to be waiting for grandmother
Though she had passed away a while ago
But our aged grandfather remembered not
He thought she had as usual wandered out
So he cried out her name
Lest she get lost in the fog
While she went wood picking in the bog
I gently touched his shoulder
And bid him return home
To wait for grandmother
Reluctantly he followed me
As we entered the room
I saw that special smile upon his face and
Could have sworn that grandmother
Was in our midst...
He slowly lowered himself into a chair
Right beside her empty one
Then extending his hand
As if he were clutching hers tightly
Peace and serenity writ all over his face
Closing his dark brown eyes
He softly murmured – My dear I love you
Never will we part again…
His tired body slumped in the chair
We almost felt his spirit leaving the room
As he was reunited with grandmother
This is awesome. I can tell it really happened almost exactly like this. When my mother was dying, she kept looking up at the corner of her room, and her lips would move like she was carrying on a conversation. I've no doubt it was her 'car pool' come to welcome her home. (smile)
I agree with everyone, this is a very touching piece. Very well done, Sandra.
A poem that touches the heart with emotion so much...thank you...Fi 10+++
oh, touched my heart... i want to cry with their story beautifully crafted into this piece.. really touching... very great.... 10+++
this is sad.. I feel the sorrow and pain..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very touching poem...the last two lines were excellent