How many years since
Since I saw your eyes gleam
You spoke clear, to mince
your words to cheerful themes.
A thousand generations
Brought your light to bear,
But going beyond it's station;
Age causes the mind to wear.
You wanted to stop.
I know you did.
I didn't want you to drop
Into the night so placid.
But now you're gone,
For a decade at last,
I hear your funeral was 'tres bon'
But I just wanted the past.
My father got mad
That my eyes were so dry,
My heart seeming glad,
But God I wish I could cry.
My heart was emptied
And my soul torn asunder,
And so my grief was muted;
One last final blunder.
It's been years upon years,
Since I grinded under your pestle.
To remember grief, I was told by my peers,
So now I'll remember you, my great grandma Ethel.
Sometimes it's the people you least expect who stay with you forever. I can only hope she's proud of me.
