You listened, you shared and you guided me.
You told me of what times would come to be.
I had to weather it, there was no shelter for me.
You held my eyes open so I could see.
And you were always there, no matter the wrong.
But the day came quick that you were gone.
You left the same way that we all must go.
A place uncertain that no one can fully know.
I imagine you in a shimmering place.
I still see the last smile upon your lovely face.
Sometimes I can't hold the tears back in the night.
But I've tried real hard to heal myself right.
I won't do the injustice to remember with dispair.
Instead I will let linger the warm feeling of your care.
I often gaze at a white swirling cloud.
I tell myself true, I must make you proud.
And so in your story I will not let erase.
I feel glimpses of your presence, there is a small trace.
There are so many things in this life that I fear.
And GOD knows I miss you my grandmother dear.
Yet together in a way our hearts remain bound.
For the gift you have left me I finally found.
***in memory of Leola Richardson 1925-2008 *****
Categories:
leola, dedication, family, lossgrandmother, me,
Form: Rhyme
Death and birth are equally common.
Yet death did not seem a reality until I was at least twenty three.
I lost Big Daddy first; His world was a simple farming life
son of a sharecropper. Big and tall in overalls,
a narrow minded man with a big heart,
tight fisted on a dollar, protector of family,
middle child of five.
Husband of Leola Foy Kendrick(Mawmaw)
Homemaker, home loving,
best fried chicken ever
never learned to drive a car but sat
a horse very nicely.
Paperdolls and pennies.
Categories:
leola, family
Form: Narrative