A Precious Gift

A Precious Gift

A Poem by Jimmy Yetts

Just before my dear grandmother closed her eyes
for the last time, she looked at me, almost beaming,
and said, "There never really was anything to worry 
about." Am told this was merely death's bewildering 
onset; typical of many last words. Skeptics simply 
didn't know Grandmother. The woman was lucid 
to the very end and never said anything she didn't 
mean. Tragically, I'm not sure I believe those words
anymore. I did, though, for about twelve years 
after her passing.. 
They were the happiest years of my life.

© 2020 Jimmy Yetts

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Times have changed. When your Grandmother said those words, she meant them, and what's more you believed her. Not only that you were happy. Maybe if your Grandmother lived in the current times she might choose not to say them. I for one look at current times and reflect back. I don't like what I see now. There is greed, selfishness and a great deal of mean and unkind people around. The milk of human kindness has walked away it seems.


Posted 1 Month Ago

Jimmy Yetts

1 Month Ago

I feel she was talking more about death, itself, and its lack of sting.
She had, literally, .. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Was lovely Jimmy for you to be with her at the end. That must have brought her comfort.
Jimmy Yetts

1 Month Ago

I hope so.
Thanks, again!

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Added on July 1, 2020
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Jimmy Yetts
Jimmy Yetts


Didn't always love to write, though, early on, I realized the art came relatively easy to me. When I eventually discovered there were people who, actually, seemed to enjoy my offbeat sentiments, I beg.. more..