I slowly make my way,
eyeing the perfect place to perch—
the bench sitting in the full sun,
caressing my face with its rays.
I’m drawn to the light
and shy away from the shade.
It gives me a reason to be alive
as I watch the children run around.
So many years spent at the park;
now I am here with my greats,
wishing it was you.
Little bubbles of joy surface
as I smile into those little eyes,
handing a drink box and a hug.
Thankful for the grays in my hair—
a reminder that many do not see—
I reflect on the years gone by.
I do feel some pang of regrets
as the list grows longer,
beads of sweat slowly drip,
mixing with the tears that I try to hide.
I made it here to the golden years
with a big hole in my heart—
a heart that now embraces
the two tiny humans sitting on my knees,
one wanting me to kiss her bobo better.
She jumps down, ready to go play,
and says, Watch me as I swing to the sky.
I let out a little sigh,
as I know you are watching from the sky.
Dedicated to my precious daughter.
While I hold my great-niece and great-nephew close,
I still hold you closer in my heart.
Our Grandmother gem is gone
Tonight, I'm missing her from afar.
Her white granite smile
cobblestone wisdom
devilish-warm humor
humble strength, like a Cobalt star.
I met my great niece for the first time
she's a whirlwind of diamonds and sapphire
emerging from the chrysalis of an old soul.
Wisdom blossoming like springtime rose.
She's woven from grandmothers' tapestry
with her own unique weave of light
She, our newest brilliant gemstone
has the embers of God in her eyes.
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY MY GREAT NIECE
AND DESERVES AN A7 IN MY OPINION.
SHE IS 12 YEARS OLD AND HER NAME IS GRACE LIN.
If everyone laughed,
If everyone smiled,
If everyone beamed,
They'd have the gift of family.
If everyone was happy,
If everyone was loved,
If everyone was positive,
They'd have the gift of family.
If nobody frowned,
If nobody cried,
If nobody complained,
They'd have the gift of family.
Family:
Is everlasting,
Is powerful,
Is the greatest gift of all.