One More Moment ....

I can never describe my loss into grief
You were stolen like a thief would take his jems
You were the jewel I grew with 
You taught me much and now I need you so much
When all was crumbling inside you reached for me 
You knew my spirit you knew me well
My love My friend My everything 
As a young girl I laughed with you 
Your smile I hold dear I miss your tender kiss 
I love still with a unbearable pain thats deeper than deep
Too me I grew knowing you were by myside 
And now I need your loving arms they are not there
Just held inside of me I want to be where you stand now 
To see the light that shines within my grandmothers heart
I want to hide inside your loving mind 
Your smell of sweetest perfume on my cheek 
Your powder on my sleeve and lipstick was never was far
If only I could sit and speak to you just once more
It all seems so far away now but still I crave 
Just to say I love with all my heart and to give you a smile 
Just one more minute is all I needed no I lie just one more life for us to share
I love my grandmother oh yes even though I miss you with so much despair
I promise to be the girl you loved the woman you watched grow 
The mother in me you were proud to share with me 
But I still wish you could be there to make my fears leave ....

I will always miss my grandmother x
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Cobb Avatar
August 28, 2010 at 12:24 PM
great write my lady. this was deep. i appreciate you for sharing your emotions with us. it is hard losing someone close to you. you have honored her well in this poem.
Fraser Avatar
August 28, 2010 at 12:00 PM
Sarah, I can read from your words that your grandmother was a lovely lady. You poem in dedication to her is wonderful >> James
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August 28, 2010 at 7:56 AM
A heart felt poem Sarah, your grandmother had so much affect on you and your life. The sad thing is when they pass the effect takes a different sad affection. Thanks for sharing your dedication of warmth with us here at the soup,..p.d.
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