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