Grandma
On that fateful day
A piercing phone call came
Wrongness vibrated in the atmosphere
My watchful eyes caught glistening tears
“Grandma died,” Mom breathed
A wooden stump I had become,
Consumed by numbness.
Agony perforating through
Leaving countless trails of tears
My world forever shattered creating dust
The dearest of dearest had moved on.
Her lively face will forever be part of the past
The intense wave of knowledge impacted and sank in
Gone for eternity, simply gone
Leaving me with memories — surfacing, haunting
Mouth watering aroma drifting out from kitchen
The patient tutor I’ve taken for granted
Counselor of my rage on those hard-bearing days
My anchor during the uneven journey through puberty
Vanished suddenly,
Permanently.
The day was bright and shining,
Yet with no bird chirping and no leaf rustling.
A powerful, influential woman had passed away
Mourning silence enveloped the world
A brighter place she had gone
I am glad, thoroughly glad
But part of me dimmed, consumed by grief, pain and regret
Wishing she could hear my rusty whisper
“I love you…”
Carried away by the wind.
Copyright © Kexin Yin | Year Posted 2008
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