To Grandma Poem by Raluca Rodica Ratiu

To Grandma

Rating: 5.0


This is the first letter
I am writting to you,
And I would feel much better
If you could write me, too.

I don't know how to start it,
Or if it's good to share...
I'm still gonna create it,
There are things I can't bear.

I just wanted to tell you
That things in life are hard,
But I have learned from you
To always be on guard.

Remember that last Christmas,
That we were back together?
I've never been so happy...
Those days are gone forever...

I see your smiling face,
Your eyes are full of tears,
I can feel your embrace...
They've never changed with years.

We never used to fight,
I've never seen you mad,
You used to hold me tight
When you felt I was sad.

I loved the way you called me
'The light of your brown eyes',
'Your Sun', 'your Flower', 'Princess',
All of them were so nice!

I loved to call you Grandma,
But, most, to call you Mother,
The words were of no needing,
When we looked at each other.

You are the sweetest person,
The strongest and the best,
I've never met no other
Who loves without no rest.

I sense the smell of cookies,
Made by your tough, rough hands,
Able to give caresses,
Or work till your head bends.

I still have my first Bible,
That present was from you,
But every time i search God,
I don't need Him, but you...

Thank you for being careful,
To tell me that you'll die,
By sneaking in my dream,
You came to say goodbye.

I'm sorry I haven't been there,
While you gave your last breath,
But please, belive me, Mother,
I did the best to ease your death.

I don't know if you heard me,
Begging you not to go,
Was hard to choose for you,
But God... chose you... I know.

Hearing you breathe like that,
While I was on the phone,
Trying to ease your pain,
Made me became insane.

You were my guide, my saint,
You were my soul, my heart,
My life seems a war paint,
Now I'm at a new start.

There is another thing
I never said to you,
It's wrote on your angel's wing,
That I will always love you.

I hope you like my poem,
I wrote it all for you,
To tell the world your story,
Now people know you, too.

Now tell the Lord you're living,
And you will always be,
Next to my heart, my body,
You'll die only with me.


And for the ones that read now...

Sometimes I lost my way,
I'm sorry for the rhymes,
But if a poem's perfect...
It loses glance sometimes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jaro Sykora 27 April 2012

This is so touching poem Raluca, i know how much you loved your grandma and i know how much you miss her

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Joseph Poewhit 07 November 2008

It's nice to have a comfy type grand parent, you can learn a lot- {THEY BEEN THROUGH IT }

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