Grandmother

Grandmother The death of Grandma brought great pain. There is no sunshine, only rain. This grave lament can make one frail. Because she died, we weep and wail. She was an expert at life’s game. When folks were sad, she always came. There was no sweeter soul than she. Real genuine and not phony – Two branches, one family tree. Just like best friends, we used to be. She seemed to know my very heart. She earned my trust right from life’s start. A gentle force she did remain. Without her, life won’t be the same. She lived Her days with great virtue. Seems like the good ones say adieu? Fond recollections, we must find, Relief for loved ones left behind. Within each heart her honor lives. Her memory sweet comfort gives. © August 13, 2010 Dane Smith-Johnsen SADLY, I MISSED THE ELEGY CONTEST!