She died trying to tell her grandson a story,
of a life filled with love and glory.
She told him of succulent greens,
of water streaming through paths unseen.
With her gentle smiling face,
eyes welling up with tears.
She spoke of the happiness,
he gave her through the years.
She took two long deep breaths,
her eyes opened wide.
Oh it’s so beautiful, so beautiful
here on the other side.
Don’t be afraid my sweet baby boy,
you must not cry for me.
My eyes are opened to the Lord,
now I can truly see.
The Love I have inside,
I’ll take along with me.
To hold until that bless-ed day
we unite again- you’ll see.
Written: June 23,2007
Melvina Germain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/002-grandma/
