Ella & Lena Poem by Ron Poetry

In my dreams there was this pond, with those lilies
I do, because I fell in trying to get one for you...
You laugh that sweet little laugh
But now I cry on that mound of dirt
Being away from you is just too hard
About our promise, I’ll keep it
I’m coming to visit you again.
I see you in every night in my dreams, the guidance, the teachings, and even though you passed before I held your hand, I shall always carry you in my heart.. Ella B. Johnson my grandmother..

She lies there,
Her eyes closed to the world.
Like an empty shell.
My Aunts have placed upon her
Three things.
A heavy gold necklace with a cameo on it.
Her wedding ring.
A long stemmed flaming red rose.
She had picked out her own dress,
One never worn.
And she seems so peaceful,
So quiet, so contented.
No longer needing the silver rimmed glasses
She used to wear for reading.
No longer weary from the long
Hot day in the Atlanta sun.
No longer fatigued from the pains
And aches of her long life.
My Aunt says she see's her
Dancing finally,
Like an angel,
Filled with the Glory of God,
No longer trapped
In a body that had
Ceased to perform
Even the simplest tasks.
And she shone like a brightly lit star In a place without limitations.
I will feel the brush of her hand
Across my cheek.
I will look again into her
Beautiful brown eyes.
Happy Mothers Day grandma Lena..
-Ron Poetry-
They were my Grandmothers,
And they shall always watch over me.