Grandmother

Many years have passed

Since you were taken from me

And even now, I still try

Not to shed anymore tears for you.

 

You’re in my heart and mind

In my dreams during the night.

And every where I turn,

Something reminds me of you.

 

I reminisce those bright days

Spoiling me with ice cream,

As I laugh at the silliness of you

Only to make us both smile.

 

Moments, I still remember

And haunt me this very day.

As the chair during a holiday dinner

Remains empty with a vision of you,

Sitting there.

 

Christmas eve, a spot on the couch

With translucent image of you

Sitting there with a smile,

Next to the Christmas tree.

 

Last moments haunt me,

As my nightmare starts to reform

Remembering the days, I knew

I would have to one day let go.

 

You never left me,

You’re still here, immortal.

Every where I look around

You are all I see.  

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

I know the pain of missing a loved one as my son was taken a year ago today, this poem is beautifully written of the love for your grandmother. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[THERISA]

In my case, it was my Opa, who died on my 14th birthday had a greater impact on me, than my Oma's death. Having memories of the games that he used to play with us, grandkids. Always a smile and laugh upon his face, even when we didn't understand what he was saying to us, in a broken mixed of English and Dutch. Wish that i knew Dutch as a kid to talk with him. Asking stories of what it was like to grow up in Europe as a child.

Thank you for sharing this very personal poem with us. Hope your Grandmother always holds that special spot in your heart.

Therisa

[Y.F.]

I never truly knew my grandmother - her brain suffered an illness that effected her short term memory after my father died.
I guess it was too hard for her to lose her only son.
My memory of her is of an elder woman asking the same questions once every 5 minutes, usually if I wanted something to eat.
Around the time my grandfather died, it was around two minutes between the times her memory blanked out.
My grandfather died in a hospital after successfully going through leg surgery, and I was the one sitting next to her, answering the dreadful question "when does your grandfather come back?" once every 2 minutes, and watching her cry again time after time.
After a few times, I couldn't stop myself from crying.
She died about a year later, and I always regretted not knowing her in her better days.

A great write.