When Grandma's Work Was All Done
"What must I do now?" Grandma said while rocking in her chair
or lying in her comfy bed. She had the best of care.
"What must I do now"?" she would ask of those who brought each meal,
of all who came to do a task or say, "How do you feel?"
"Oh, not a thing," the answer came. "Just leave it all to us.
Each day for you is now the same--no worries, muss, or fuss."
"What must I do?" she queried still. "The kids will be home soon.
Their many needs I must fulfill, and now it's way past noon."
Her children said, "Don't worry, Dear. We're HERE, and we're all grown.
The work's all done. What's that--a tear? Don't cry. You're not alone."
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What will we do without her here? We'll reminisce and smile.
"Farewell" on Earth is not the end. We'll see her in a while.
This poem is about my maternal Grandmother.
Date: October 10, 2020
Contest Title: From the Heart Placed 3rd (of ten)
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
July 27, 2021
entered in "A Brian Strand Couplet Contest"
150 words
June 29, 2022
entered in the Rhyming Poetry Contest--topic "Farewell"
Sponsor: Lisa YY
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