Thursday, January 10, 2008

Ode to Gram

As I walk to the top of the hill
flooded with so many memories
kites, blueberries, and adventure
I feel her here
walking with me

Down at the beach
on the big double swing
We sit side by side talking
and watching the boats go by
The seat is empty now

The leaves rustle
it must be the wind
I know she is there
walking up to the house
it must be time for tea

A song wafts across the bay
It sounds familiar
Is it the Waltz or Shawnee?
It doesn't matter
she's playing her accordian

No one to send postcards to
or get slippers from
but in the sky tonight
over her lake and her legacy
shines a star so bright

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This poem is as touching as it is beautiful. My hope for you is that these happy loving memories stay close to your heart for many years to come.