Dear Grandma.
Infant years still play heavy on my heart,
Times of your presence…Still remain
fresh to the senses; memories of wine
now suddenly dry…Relentless to subdue
to your love light, sweet caress of good bye.
Whisper in my ear, to tell me I was loved
and to hold my head up high…Yet through
a subtle kiss of my head as I slept, you still
remain by my side, strong in my mind.
A proud woman, backed to sleep to gods grace
by a tender age of sixty…Her love already fallen
to the sands of time, alone in her retracted step…
Yet never once did your love for family lessen,
heart remained true…Preserved for all to see,
and believe me, we all adored you too…
Even now, zero distorted view, I just wish
I could have been there, one last time, to hug,
I long for your embrace, nights are cold, silent
Whilst reminiscing the smile to face…Scent of
the flowers beside your grave, remain true to my
scent, never to pass, ever to last, in memories of past.
Taken from the grasp of youth, by power unforgivable
to forget…Gave life to 7 children of god,
one of which gracefully gave birth to a poet.
It was whispered that I was your favourite,
but I refuse to embrace… As you loved all of your family
none of which in first or last place…In the knowing
you are safe in gods grand, I’m secure in love…
In the knowing angel over my being,
watching down with eyes of gold, smiling above.
As the tears wept from sorrow of loss in heart,
passes into the mist of time…My head rises with
a smile as I feel your love sill wrapping me in
warmth…Sweet in sound, your voice remains
to linger in my head, to comfort in the solemn nights.
Lost in emotion, lead me home to thought of happier
times…Dancing in the street, playing in the park, passing
days and weeks, in our stride, never to know truly…
How much your love meant to my up bringing.
Through poverty strived, arisen victorious through mist…
Brought days of sun shine in your path, we laughed…
As the world passed us by, patch our self on a patch of grass.
You kept our family together, the thread that bind our hearts close…
Yet since you’ve left, the thread broke, no longer are words spoke.
In loving memory, of a woman that remains in our hearts for ever more.
Catherine Power… the salt of the earth.