Treasures of My Soul
The dear lost Grandmother
While roaming through my Memories
And thinking through and through
And Trying and Remembering
My First memory was You
A Withered frame once held your face
And transferred to my hand
Your backdrop gave angelic grace
My own image wet
So as I laid in feverish dreams
Without hope to live
And just as soon as crisis cleared
I saw you in my sleep
I know you showed Idealism
Truly frivolous at Heart
Without a speck of Realism
And Debts stretched Far Apart
Your thoughts still glowed Very Bright
Complex Ideas flowed
And so with Great Illustrious light
Your Acumen had Grown
Dad knew your hair shone Flaxen
Your Eyes Great skies of Blue
Although there was no way
He could have known you
You die when he was still a Babe
Three months to be Precise
And Yet to him you still remain
Great Vision to His eyes
Soon after giving Birth to him
Or so I am told
You’ve fallen deathly mortally ill
While waiting in the Cold
And Patiently you waited
For One to take you home
Just as my Father stated
The wait was just Too Long
It placed on you a dangerous strain
With Consequence Severe
With you receiving so late
We lost your Being dear
I wish he could Prolong your stay
But yet this isn’t true
And while You in Heaven lay
I always think of you
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2013
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