Sunday, July 1, 2012

Grandmother


I kiss thin lips
touch skin
hanging loose
upper arms wave
in farewell gesture
I utter goodbye
take snapshots
I promise will be
sent to her and 
other relatives
I stand rooted
know I won't
see her again


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10 comments:

  1. ugh, what a feeling to know you will never see them again...that hits...

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  2. Ya, sometimes we end up saying things we know won't happen; and the other person knows the same. End of life is always sad.

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  3. oh sad.... That is a rough place, and the picture of them leaving may be stronger in your heart than any snapshot. well wordled, Willow.

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  4. I was blessed to have three - on added by a step-mom - All gone now. How different are our children's grandmothers -

    Treasure your memories...and the photos.

    Thanks for your visit and kind words.

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  5. Oh I so know, the cheerful smiles, the promises, the cheerful words. Knowing........this poem really hits home, kiddo!

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