Grandma Can You Hear Me Poem by Holly Jamestone

Grandma can you hear me as we guide across the lake
The sunshine off your platinum locks is more than I can take
I'll hold the oars and row for you and you can watch the geese
The trees will breathe into your face and bring you inner peace

Grandma can you hear me though your ears are old and frail
I'll guide us to the shore where we'll put sand into your pail
You'll splash the water on the grains and build a latte' palace
We'll make a picnic on the beach and drink from angels' chalice

Grandma can you hear me as I look into your eyes
I see a woman of 30 now 'neath azure calming skies
I'll hold you in my memories though you can hear no more
I know one day you'll call for me; we'll meet on Heaven's Shore

5-9-2013
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