Poetic Verses
My Grandmother
Though it was short I could remember many a happy hour
I spent listening , talking to and in the general presence of my grandmother
Being the youngest of four boys it looked like I was her favorite.
And in my childish gestures, let the others know not to for get it.
Though aged it was quite noticeable the remnants of beauty
Tall with flowing gray locks and would carry herself so wonderfully
An earlier stroke had left her dragging a foot as she walked
Also had an effect on her speech as she talked
There was many a pleasant and long evening walk
When I would hold her hand and listening attentively as we engaged in our talk
Talking about her childhood on seeing my surprise would break in a smile
Saying my son you seem not to believe that I too was a child
Though out times together was just a few years
I would always be amazed at the energy she displayed
Another thing that I could remember that at night
She read this fine words in her bible by the lamplight
One bright sunny morning I awoke
Only to learn she had suffered another stroke
Tears filled my eyes and my childish mind could not understand
Why such a thing had to happen to my friend
She could never no matter what pronounced our names properly
But had her way to hail us, that was how she counteracted this difficulty
But on her deathbed, she pronounced them clearly, distinctly and oh so eloquently
After that her face beamed with a triumphant smile, and then she departed eternally.
I spent listening , talking to and in the general presence of my grandmother
Being the youngest of four boys it looked like I was her favorite.
And in my childish gestures, let the others know not to for get it.
Though aged it was quite noticeable the remnants of beauty
Tall with flowing gray locks and would carry herself so wonderfully
An earlier stroke had left her dragging a foot as she walked
Also had an effect on her speech as she talked
There was many a pleasant and long evening walk
When I would hold her hand and listening attentively as we engaged in our talk
Talking about her childhood on seeing my surprise would break in a smile
Saying my son you seem not to believe that I too was a child
Though out times together was just a few years
I would always be amazed at the energy she displayed
Another thing that I could remember that at night
She read this fine words in her bible by the lamplight
One bright sunny morning I awoke
Only to learn she had suffered another stroke
Tears filled my eyes and my childish mind could not understand
Why such a thing had to happen to my friend
She could never no matter what pronounced our names properly
But had her way to hail us, that was how she counteracted this difficulty
But on her deathbed, she pronounced them clearly, distinctly and oh so eloquently
After that her face beamed with a triumphant smile, and then she departed eternally.
