Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

Still Missing You

I always hoped I would grow up to be like you
I felt your arms around me and looked up to you
You were my hero, my idea of perfection
You were my rock, you were my first true love

How I wish time had stopped
Because suddenly I was on my own
As if you confided my care to someone else and wished for the best
One big blur, dropped off, sent away or taken away
The truth was it was nothing like the days with you
How could it be

I couldn’t tell your heart was breaking through time and distance
I tried to make it in a world away from you and find my way
It was often loud, dark or lonely - It was a different time
A time when long distance phone calls were extravagant
and not wasted on little girls missing their grand-mother

You had started molding me into a strong independent
Girl ready to face the world
But there was still work left unfinished
We weren’t done, our time was cut short

All I ever longed for was you
Not just a few visits here and there
But the whole you, your heart and soul
Your hopes and dreams, your every day
That growing ache in my heart was my missing you
Always and still is



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020

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Andrea Dietrich April 10, 2018 at 3:18 PM wow, you sure had a good relationship with your grandma. Paternal or maternal? I had hardly a relationship with either of mine. Though I knew more about my mom's mother, having been raised by my mom nearby her mother's town. this must be an entry for the one non romantic love contest. a shame it's a Premiere contest that can have only ten winners. For me, all these kinds of poems are winners! Line Gauthier April 10, 2018 at 4:36 PM Thanks for your lovely visit and comment about my tribute to my maternal grand-mother, Andrea.

Elaine Gonzales April 9, 2018 at 8:05 AM A beautiful and heartwarming poem Line. You have expressed remarkably the love and bond between a grandchild and a grandma. Best wishes :) Line Gauthier April 9, 2018 at 8:09 AM Thank you, Elaine. Much appreciated.

Caren Krutsinger April 9, 2018 at 1:13 AM I am in love with the idea of a grandchild's first true love being toward their grandmother. I have a 3 year old grandson, let's call him Max, who glares at anyone who wants to talk to his grandma, look at his grandma, or take a single solitary second of grandma's time when we are together. I am still wearing him around my neck a lot of the time. I love that, as I AM his grandma. Line Gauthier April 9, 2018 at 7:40 AM First love being Grandma must be widespread I would think. We need to take a poll.

Becca Teagan April 8, 2018 at 2:41 PM This is such an emotional poem of family love... I feel the pain. hugs Line Gauthier April 8, 2018 at 4:20 PM Thank you so much for your lovely visit and comment, Becca.