Constance La France Poet Verse

Grandma Is Gone

At church I ask the priest for absolution,
and I am ready for any atonement and Penance;
I Quiver thinking of it-   for I am angry,
oh, so angry with God for taking my grandma away.

Last night I had a dream or at least I think it was,
it is a Quandary really because it felt so real;
for standing so Poise and elegant was grandma,
with her beautiful Platinum pearly, snowy hair.

I recognized her fragrant Perfume at once,
we were standing in a whimsical Quaint place;
it felt strange to me that a boat was waiting.
in a Quay and grandma stepped aboard it.

No words were spoken as she waved goodbye,
and I watched the boat fading into the distance;
till grandma was gone . . . 

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February 7, 2021


Poetry/Verse/Grandma is Gone
Copyright Protected, ID 02-326-863-07
All rights Reserved,  2021, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Mind Your P's and Q's
sponsor, Michelle Faulkner, Judged 03/06/2021

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Caren Krutsinger February 7, 2021 at 6:32 PM Ahhh mystical, magical and surreal Constance. Constance La France February 8, 2021 at 2:43 PM Caren, thanks for visiting my poem and for the compliments _Constance