Lost and Found

You listened, you shared and you guided me. You told me of what times would come to be. I had to weather it, there was no shelter for me. You held my eyes open so I could see. And you were always there, no matter the wrong. But the day came quick that you were gone. You left the same way that we all must go. A place uncertain that no one can fully know. I imagine you in a shimmering place. I still see the last smile upon your lovely face. Sometimes I can't hold the tears back in the night. But I've tried real hard to heal myself right. I won't do the injustice to remember with dispair. Instead I will let linger the warm feeling of your care. I often gaze at a white swirling cloud. I tell myself true, I must make you proud. And so in your story I will not let erase. I feel glimpses of your presence, there is a small trace. There are so many things in this life that I fear. And GOD knows I miss you my grandmother dear. Yet together in a way our hearts remain bound. For the gift you have left me I finally found. ***in memory of Leola Richardson 1925-2008 *****