I Miss You..I miss You.. I miss you..
You were a beautiful grandmother..
one who never grew old..
Your smile with dimples, vulcanized my pain..
and heart of nothing but pure gold.
You glow, you glitter, you shimmer you shine..your love is sweeter than cane, everything that's lost is mine.
Yes, I cannot see you.
I feel your presence near.
You are held close in memory.
Till I shed my last tear.
You were put on the bed of fire. It was just too hard to leave you there.
There is a dead muteness at your home..it was hard to see your absence on the corner chair.
I remember your last word asking..Not to get hushed..Not to cry..but keep your eyes dry.. Rather mourning when I go..rejoice with me at going on bon voyage..and bid me with both a dieu and au revoir.. If tears can make stairs and memories a pathways..I would walk right up to heaven and bring you back home..๐๐
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A lovely tribute and farewell piece to a wonderful grandmother that had passed on. You captured the essence of the poem nicely. Well death is an inevitable end to all and sundry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.