I feel a whisper in my ear
Someone I know
Yes, she’s here
I feel a brush against my hair
Someone’s laughing
Love and care
I feel a kiss upon my tears
Someone understanding
I know she hears
You knew so much
Yet left me here
With just your touch
It’s hard to bear
But when I look in the sky
I know you’re there
Somewhere high
Urging to dare
You’re the one I know
Who hears my prayers
And keeps me safe
From unknown blows
Yes, she isn’t here
And yet she is
People forget her
But I know she lives
I love you too, Grandma
{This is to my Grandma who died a year ago}
Someone I know
Yes, she’s here
I feel a brush against my hair
Someone’s laughing
Love and care
I feel a kiss upon my tears
Someone understanding
I know she hears
You knew so much
Yet left me here
With just your touch
It’s hard to bear
But when I look in the sky
I know you’re there
Somewhere high
Urging to dare
You’re the one I know
Who hears my prayers
And keeps me safe
From unknown blows
Yes, she isn’t here
And yet she is
People forget her
But I know she lives
I love you too, Grandma
{This is to my Grandma who died a year ago}
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10 comments:
love your grandma with all your heart for a piece of her will forever live on within u as u continue to live. Stay strong, and the poetry was just amazing. Have no regrets with those who have died, and make amends with them. :)
I like the "kiss upon my tears" part. Well, I like the whole thing, but that's my favorite part. haha
*tear* that totally reminded me of my grandmother. the whole poem was really amazing, but the part about her brushing your hair brought my back to when i was an unruly five year old and my grandma made me sit on the footstool in front of her chair so she could braid my hair, to keep it from getting as dirty as the rest of me...
excellent writing. you have a way of sucking people into your words and making them feel what you want. keep it up.
xoxo, Brii
I miss my Grandfather, but I know that he'd be proud of the things that I'm doing and the man that I'm becoming.
I know that your grandmother would be proud of you, too.
That's really sweet.
I am lucky enough that all four of my grandparents are still here, so I don't know what it feels like to lose on eof them, not yet anyways.
Great poem! I love how the last four stanzas are four lines long, while the first three are only three lines long. First of all, the simple fact of having three stanzas of three lines and four stanzas of four lines is aesthetic in and of itself (did you plan that?). But I liked how the first stanzas' relative shortness modeled the beginnings of a memory and the longer stanzas following fleshed out the memory, as if your thoughts descended deeper into past times and your memories of your grandmother. The poem was also very touching and it made me think of those that I have lost.
Also, out of curiosity, did you take that picture yourself?
Your poems filled with so much emotions!
Very beautifully written. I love my grandma. And I'm sure that your grandma must be proud of you! :D ♥♥
I love this one, you express your feeling on words...wow beautiful done! I missed my grandmom very much too...thanks to share this piece
This is such a beautiful poem and tribute to the memory and love you hold of your grandma.
Part of the lyrics reminded me of a song - When I Look to the Sky by Train, which has always reminded me of my grandmother who raised me and passed away several years ago.
I truly believe our family members live on, and not just this, but that they love on, and watch over us, doing all they can to ease our broken hearts and guide our lives and decisions.
I love your blog. Thank you for sharing!
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