Quoth Theraven Poet Rhyme

Walking With Grandma

In silent gait you held firm my hand as we walked home from evening prayer.              
Where found the organ's diapason full, your sweet voice, raised in hymn, fondly recalled.
     
Though no words were spoken, your eyes gleamed in the glowing twilight's glare,  
Down past the park picnic where Grandpa and you once sprawled.   

In Grandma's loving gaze I found a special place,   
This woman who raised a family of five girls and one boy.
She possessed a keen wit and timeless grace,  
And mended clothes and cooked dinners with joy.  

Oh what wouldn't I give...to make this recollection real,
For you left so soon that it never was so. 
So Grandma I must wait and hold this memory 'til,    
And empty handed, alone I must go. 

If ever there were a time or place where wishes could come true, 
Again, hand in hand, truly graced, I would walk there beside you.

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Andrea Dietrich January 26, 2020 at 4:46 PM I keep clicking and clicking but just keep landing on ones i have aleady seen like this older gem of yours. Hmm, let me try a few more!!

Juliet Ligon October 10, 2019 at 10:08 PM Touching memorial.

Ronald D Thompson August 4, 2019 at 6:36 PM Wow!! Totally feel the connection. So well written Sir! Ron

Caren Krutsinger July 22, 2019 at 5:13 AM Your grandmother is smiling from one ear to the other in heaven, sharing this poem with other angels. But she is in no hurry to see you again, for she knows that you are needed here, and she knows she will see you again.

Panagiota Romios June 25, 2019 at 3:28 PM What a wonderful poem that really touches us all. Your Grandma was a jewel in your life. We can re-create our relationships with those who have passed, their body is gone and past days. But her soul is far from dead. I would love to sit on myGrandpa's lap. Perhaps one day I will Panagiota Romios Quoth Theraven July 4, 2019 at 7:19 PM Panagiota, That's a nice comment to read, thank you. -Richard

Geoffrey Brewer June 20, 2019 at 11:41 PM This touching, bitter-sweet sonnet stirred thoughts and might-have-been memories of grandparents and parents, all long gone; regretting the conversations never had and the questions never asked. Well penned, Raven.

James Horn May 6, 2019 at 10:10 AM Had heard a crow making an oath, Nevermore had been bright quoth; Should not stare, We did declare; Became a politician and poet both. Quoth Theraven September 15, 2019 at 11:49 PM James, So glad I found you on the Soup. The days have made such folly..,gathering the daily bread. So we must stay focused on what is important. And what makes us truly happy. You can do that so well. Many thanks. -Richard

Demetrios Trifiatis April 21, 2019 at 1:30 AM What a nostalgic walk down the memory lane my dearest friend,m Richard. It fills the heart with love and makes the verses beautifully uplifting . I never knew grandparents and hardly I knew parents since both departed when I was at my very early teens. So you were blessed my frien.. Thank the good Lord for that you knew Your grandparents! Happy Easter to you and yours! Quoth Theraven April 22, 2019 at 12:39 AM Happy Easter Demetrios, my friend. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich April 17, 2019 at 7:58 PM This is absolutely beautiful! I saw what you said about Eleanor Rigby below here to a poet. That song is so good too. Quoth Theraven April 20, 2019 at 9:39 AM Andrea, Another confessed Beatles fan! I hope your Easter week-end is happy. Thank you for your comment. -Richard

W.A. Cholt April 13, 2019 at 6:04 PM This poem really connects with the reader on every level. A very powerful, emotive piece of writing. Quoth Theraven April 14, 2019 at 1:47 PM Thank you for the kind comment W.A. I'm still learning the Shakespearean sonnet form which has so many pitfalls. The message of the poem obviously has meaning to me. If that gets through then it's enough. -Richard

David Mchattie April 13, 2019 at 5:55 PM Like the Neil Diamond song, some people are done too soon. People who get to have a full relationship with their grandparents are very lucky indeed. Very thoughtful poem. I enjoyed it. Have a great day. Quoth Theraven April 14, 2019 at 1:54 PM David, Thank you for your comment. Please see what I wrote to W.A. Your comment made me ponder the notion. Look at all the lonely people by the Beatles in their song "Eleanor Rigby". People that didn't know there grandparents..or even parents. -Richard