Upon the Everlasting

In the beginning, I took you for granted. Remembering the sound of high-heeled shoes clicking. I learned later that you were a grandmother extraordinaire. Dependable, kind, wise, you always remembered me. Every birthday or holiday, like clockwork, a card or a gift of love. Secrets were safe in your hearing, in your heart, too. Caring, sometimes through tears, you were there for me. Endless was your love; constant was your listening ear. Nothing uplifted my falling life more than your never-ending love. Today, I am the person that I am because your iridescent-self shone in my life. You remain my confidant and friend-grandma. Omnipresent from the heavens your love directs my heart. Upon the everlasting, joys abound in my memories of you. © Dane Smith-Johnsen September 30, 2011