From Me
The passing of my Grandmother was the singular, most hardest thing I have ever experienced. Being her only Grandaughter, we had a very special bond, and I had never experienced that degree of trauma before. One afternoon, I sat at work, depressed and sullen, and just started to write. This is what came of that. I was never too keen on expressing my feeling before , and this little poem helped me to let open the thoughts to come to terms with my grief.
For Evelyn Mary Hartley
Now that you have gone, I don’t know what to say.
I think back often to that day you went away.
I have always known that this was going to happen,
but I never ever knew how much my heart would darken.
Hidden away from the light of your soul,
your departure from me has taken its toll.
I ache to hear the sound of your voice.
Would you have left if given the choice?
I miss your laugh, your wink and your smile,
your words of encouragement echo every mile.
I miss you most at night, when my thoughts are adrift.
I take comfort in your memory, a very precious gift.
I know one day we’ll meet again,
in this life or the next, I can’t wait to begin.
I have so much to tell you, so much I have learned,
my victories and defeats and the praises I have earned.
I hope you are proud, and look in on me someway,
I love you always Grandma, from me, your girl Friday.
Angela E.L. Clements
Copyright ©2008 Angela E.L. Clements
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