I miss them.
I never knew them smooth.
I never saw them young.
But I felt them - wrinkled and aged and short and sweet.
I remember
how they kissed life,
how they kissed time,
how they kissed me.
I miss them.
I never knew them clear.
I never saw them unsunken.
But I looked into them – dark and circled and bright and stern.
I remember
how they watched life,
how they watched time,
how they watched me.
I miss them.
I never knew them soft.
I never saw them unspotted.
But I touched them – rough and brown and strong and careful.
I remember
how they held life,
how they held time,
how they held me.
I miss you.
One time you called me your great-granddaughter
One time you said “goodbye” while I was talking
But you loved me – talking and playing and smiling and kissing.
I remember
how life loved you,
how time loved you,
how I loved you.
Your kisses, your eyes, your hands, your love
I remember them all.
I miss them all.
I miss you, Gram.
To read my sisters' tributes to Grandma:
http://standre.blogspot.com
http://likepaperlanterns.blogspot.com
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4 comments:
Beautiful poetry, as always, Ab.
I wish you had been with us when we ate Gram's food and quoted Gram's quotes last night. WE were missing both of you.
You may not lean toward blatantly sharing your personal stuff, sweet baby girl, but your tender heart is open here for all to see.
It was my privelege to receive one last kiss for you; to look into her eyes one last time, still unable to imagine all the life they had seen; to hold her frail hand that had cuddled four generations of babies; to tell her once more that you loved her.
She had it right...you really are her great granddaughter...and you have her smile.
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