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 Aug 2010 Kali
Paula Swanson
Grandma
 Aug 2010 Kali
Paula Swanson
Tears
and rain,
sit upon
my eyelashes.
One shows my pain, one washes it away.

The grey clouds are one with my breaking heart.
Shedding their pain
in tune with
my souls
cry

To
accept
that Grandma
is leaving me,
is easier to say than to live through.

Each slowing beat of her heart pierces me.
My second mom,
my best friend,
dying
now.

Her
grace and
wisdom will
stay with me still.
I am, today, the woman she molded.

Touching so many, giving of herself.
Angel on earth,
soon to be
going
home.
This is written in the poetic form of "Tetractys"  The scheme is a syllable count of 1,2,3,4,10...then reverse the count 10,4,3,2,1 and so on
On my way to see my lady
I stopped to pick a flower.
It was a lovely daffodil
who's beauty made one cower.
She greeted me at the door,
I handed her the gift,
and out of it crawled a spider
moving rather swift.
It bit her on the hand.

— The End —