It’s been a while since I’ve posted , sorry. *blushes* But to make up for it I’m sharing/publishing a poem I wrote for my grandmother who passed away at the age of 96 this past summer. It was read at her funeral.
Wind and rain, sun beats down,
whittles away at solid ground.
The rock holds steady strong and still.
Humble, peaceful, strong of will.
Silent beauty, knows her place,
strength of posture, strength of grace,
strength of wisdom, watches all,
never break and never fall.
She does not bow, she does not bend.
Stands, embraces till the end.
Taking with her all she’s seen,
skies of blue and fields of green.
Yes she crumbles, does not fight,
she does not see this as a plight.
Enjoy the wind, enjoy the feel,
what’s important. What is real.
Thanks for letting me share.