Walking With Grandma

In silent gait you held firm my hand as we walked home from evening prayer. Where found the organ's diapason full, your sweet voice, raised in hymn, fondly recalled. Though no words were spoken, your eyes gleamed in the glowing twilight's glare, Down past the park picnic where Grandpa and you once sprawled. In Grandma's loving gaze I found a special place, This woman who raised a family of five girls and one boy. She possessed a keen wit and timeless grace, And mended clothes and cooked dinners with joy. Oh what wouldn't I give...to make this recollection real, For you left so soon that it never was so. So Grandma I must wait and hold this memory 'til, And empty handed, alone I must go. If ever there were a time or place where wishes could come true, Again, hand in hand, truly graced, I would walk there beside you.