The Day My Granny Died Poem by Dee Daffodil

Very sad, yet strangely, so peaceful, this was written so well Dee, Thankyou, Love Duncan x

The sad song of the rain is the sad song of grief in this lovely poem. I believe God counts every tear, especially those that are shed by a little girl. Kindest regards, Sandra

Almost sounds like it could be a song. C&W? You've a double word: 'was was'. Cheers! -chuck

In our African belief, rain is the sign of good. In birth it washes the way for abundance and fruitful life and in death it cleans your way to God. It surely washed away your tears. Have a good life.

Thanks for sharing a poignant bit of yourself! Etched within my own memory is a vivid portrait of a similiar circumstance.

I had a loving grandmother and I could relate to your poem. Sorry for your loss of her at such a young age. Very touching poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb

Dee, For whatever it is worth, I sort of liked what Mpho said!

I am impressed and touched by the way you have crafted the atmosphere here by invoking the rain, significant as and for so much. Little detail given but so much said... an art form. You employ it well. t x

This is a very well constructed poem that makes a statement about loss without any trace of maudlin self-indulgence. There is almost a ray of sunshine in it, despite the tears. Simply expressed remembrance of childhood. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx