Your body is weak
Your mind is leaving
Your skin is thin

I know soon you must go
That it will all soon end

Lingering wisps of happier times
The sent of perfume and cleaning supplies
Pictures of faces from long ago

I just can't seem to let you go

Ghosts of those loved linger by the door
Waiting for you to follow them home
They know its time to go

I scream out no
I beg for you not to go
I pray for one more day
I weep for I can't make you stay

Life will move on
I know that true
But I will always miss you

Like Sunflowers, your presence is bright and warm.
Like Sunflowers, your love is soothing and sweet.
Like Sunflowers, your embrace is home.

Missing all the 2 AM chats
about All the Things,
the this and thats.
You were always awake too.
Ready to share,
ready to care.
Ready to tell a story or two.
You drank in kindness,
with every black cup.
To the world's darkness,
you had blindness,
always... looking up.
Grandma, how can it be,
that you WERE?
How can you be,
not here with me?
You miss us all,
I am sure.
We miss you too.
In all the little things we do,
all the times we show how to care.
All those times...
You are there.
Never again...
Cannot be real.
My heart cannot begin,
To accept that deal.
I will laugh and cry and love,
with you.
Either here,
or above.
Do not forsake me,
in my Pagan ways.
Light my path,
these earthly days.
For to live, and laugh, and toil, and love,
with your whole heart,
I have heard...
is what makes a good life.
A good wife.
A soul well lived and learned.
But just in case,
Can you put in a good word?
For I cannot bear
to exisit in a world,
With you never again there.

The day I found out you where gone was the day i lost my innocence. the day i lost faith in my religion, the day i found out not all fairy tales have happy endings.


6 years ago I lost faith in everything,
         3 years ago I had come to terms with life without your presence.
        Knowing I still had another soul on earth connecting me to you.

in April the last safety blanket I had naively blinding my mind was pulled out from right under my feet.
        I could feel myself falling but not wanting anyone to see my my pain.
so
                           I hid it.

loosing grandad was the second hardest goodbye I've ever had to say,
       although he was never the same without your presence, when I spent time with him,    I could feel your presence in the room lighting up the missing part of my soul.

Now I'm back to the empty void scavenging for parts to
repair my      
         broken vessel.

Hiding is pointless
I have everything
yet I miss so much.
I want my grandmother.
Boy, do I miss her
Sometimes, oh yes, sometimes
even more than my own mother.
I remember carefree times
What if you're not here physically?
I want your soul
I know it's here
I hope it is.
It's been a while since you left
Not nearly enough to heal my wounds.
I hope you're in a better place now
Perhaps we'll meet again.
Just the thought of you not being here
makes me shiver.
I love you so much
And you gave away your spirit
without a fight.
Why? What were you thinking of when you did that?
Certainly not me
or anybody else.
I hope the next life
will give you something better than this one.
Truth is you were wronged a bit
Maybe part of it was your fault.
But I don't blame you
I think it's time for me to let you go
but it's so so hard
I don't want to
but I have to.
Only my name is left as a reminder
And all that's left in my memory
I fear I will forget
What can I do?
Probably nothing
Goodnight, nana
Perhaps one day I will see you again
Thank you so much for all that you've given me
I love you

Your Granddaughter

I carved your name into trunks,
And sent you down the river in a hurry,
You were silent then, no anxious digs or hearty laughs,
We poured our hearts and you just disappeared.
Just behind the leaves and then I lost you
Though I know we had said our goodbyes,
I expected more time than smoke and rays.

And so I came back home with less family,
Though you, a child, were adopted by the kindest mother;
The paintings you had made of her,
I see them through your eyes,
I rub them as your colours fly,
When the woodland ended and meadows welcomed me back;
I saw your visions come to life.

Each side of grandmother
We leaned in and looked;
At the pictures in the storybook.

We started slowly with little books,
Like a stream turns into a brook;
Brook turns to river, and then the ocean;
Our minds and hearts were set in motion.

We were with Pilgrim all the way,
(Which took an hour or two each day)
From ***** mire to heaven's bliss;
Each word we waited; Never missed.

Roanoke Mystery could not wait;
Oh, what was their final fate!
We heard the theories one by one;
Of what those people could have done.

When an hour or two flew by;
We had to ask with a sigh,
"Why did we have to go and play;
And wait so long for another day?"