Grandma, if only we could
Sit on the front porch swing
Gently rocking
Back and forth
Just me and you
You would embroider
While I sing and hum
A song or two
Then I would run off
To climb a tree
You would smile
Continue to embroider
Your heart flowing
With immense
Patience for me
Now the porch swing
No longer physically exist
Absorbed in my soul
Always a place of bliss
That is where your graciousness
Endlessly resides
Grandma, your spirit is
Swinging, forever
By my side