Her Words
At times when life is hard,
Her words can help me through.
She held me close and said,
‘My boy, I’m proud of you.’
It’s been so long and yet,
My memory’s as clear.
I hear her tender voice
And see her face so dear.
My Gran was loved so much,
Her heart as good as gold.
I stoop and touch her name,
But granite’s hard and cold.
Her grave is grey and still,
Between the elm and yew.
I leave a rose and say,
‘And I was proud of you.’
Posted just too late for Carol's contest : )
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