Get Your Premium Membership

I Believe

I know that you are with me each and everyday! When I feel mischievous I see you in a blue jay. Then the times I feel I want to cry, I notice you're a monarch flying by. The nutshells I often find with in my yard, yeah that piece to the puzzle wasn't even hard, for me to figure out, without a doubt, because when those are cracked open it looks just like an owls face, and those there owls were a trade mark all over your place. I hope you knew you meant so much to me, and you were the reason I was able to be, a better version of me. I wish you would visit me in my dreams at night! I wish I was able to see your smile so bright! If only I could talk to you and let you know how I feel, if only My vivid mind could just make you real. I wish I could have one more kiss or one more hug, if God would just let you come down from way up above, so I once again can feel your unconditional love!!! I truly didn't know how much it really meant, when together we all had time well spent. The love between a grandmother and granddaughter well there's nothing one could compare, maybe that's why the survivors' pain is a hard one to bare. I wasn't even old enough to truly appreciate all that you did, and I know once I became a teenager I was no longer your sweet little kid. I know I hold on to a boat load of regret. I am aware I showed you a lot of disrespect. As an adult I have the ability to often reflect, and you can bet, there was a lot going on in my life that you just didn't get. The never ending days of abuse I had to endure, the happenings that occurred that left me unsure, of who I was and where you were. Now as an adult I can finally see who you were and what all you meant to me, if only we, could once again be, a reality and not just a memory!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things