Granddaughter to Grandmother, Grandmother to Grandmother

The wind is blowing cold tonight through chambers of my mind Sadness creeps beneath the door The mat not stopping the Chill of this kind I suppose it's too many videos of those Abandoned places The left behind dwellings and relics Like photos of smiling faces The holidays are over and the press to Get things done Had busied my mind as I reach into the Flattening mountains, the horizons of question And sinking of the sun "What do I do now? The home is growing ever more silent." Grandmother comes to my mind and I hear her voice Words of wisdom, spoken so long ago. Bravery ever her choice. Her arthritic folded hands which had tended diligently over the years That had cooked for her family and pressed back the fears Tired blue eyes peaking almost blindly from behind spectacles of thick glass She said "I am the same girl I was, peaking out at my world, my body is aging, but I am the same lass." Her children grew and moved away, the grandchildren came along And in each life a brand new ray Of love and wonder, But as new was born, each year a plunder To her own slight and shrinking frame. She said she was the same girl though, the very, very same. Grandma was in her sixties when I came to be. I never knew her young, She'd seemed so old to me. But had I seen the young girl The same girl she had been, was peaking through those spectacles, the girl from way back when I didn't even see her. For though she was growing blind It was my heart that didn't see, That 'girl' hidden behind Disguised as an 'old' woman, within her aging flesh, The young spirit Was hidden in earth's deceptive mesh Revealed that which I feel now, only time, it seems, allows The horrid rushing way of time, abandoned homes With aging, yellowed dusty books, And folded page of rhymes Listen for the whispers of those joy filled busy times They are but a yesterday, a happy home with kids at play The fingerprints beneath the dust, of loving hand that toiled and fussed To soothe the strains of life away, "We'll read a chapter another day..." But then the book was tucked away, and children grew and ceased to play And bright blue eyes grew dim to see, But blinder still, those of young me. Oh Grandma! Now I understand. Life flashed to quick to take in hand And did you feel the cold wind blow, like what I feel, did you then know? Cold in somber Chambers, blowing through your heart? Were you able to still the chilling flow once ever it did start? Creeping in beneath the door as children went away? That door that once ever opening when kids came in and out from play. You raised eight, grandma, as I, but your path lead you through more Sore poverty and horrors through Great Depression bore I'm not as brave as you Grandma, my selfishness is showing For oh my heart is aching as the rush of time keeps flowing I peek through misty spectacles, all my colors fading. "As sight of bright light slips away, and into somber shading Gift me with your bravery as my mountains fall to plains!" The young girl cries to grandmother, Through greying, windowpanes.