The last words I heard you say
were
'I want to see my grandchildren before I die'
then two days later
at the age of 52
you left us
and yet
your smile remained
Then. on a summer day in June
the sun illuminating our path
we trod in grassy footsteps
over the graves at Fryerning
and finding your stone,
filled your vase with fragrant roses
while kneeling close
to tell you
of the baby born in May
your great grandchild
and now I understand
the loss you must have felt
at never becoming a grandmother
because I too came so close
to joining you
11 October 2009
Penny Hemans
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tribute-to-a-great-grandmother-emily-rose/
