This poem is for my grandmother who passed away back in 1994.
into the wind of memory,
flying among the scents of season and sounds of peace.
Go quietly to be with him,
walk besides the angels like you walked beside me.
with golden wings,
and play serenity on the harp divine.
Speak to me in dreams,
let's talk about how it was,
so for one night I can feel that happiness again.
How I would love to feel your warmth,
sit next to you on that old, floral patterned, yellow couch and watch Magnum P.I.,
go radiant into eternity.
As I find the words,
I go and gently find myself,
you helped me be me.
Even when the skies were one big cloud,
and soon rain would clean the earth,
your smile was still there for me.
and know that we miss you but understand that it is better for you now,
we will see you when we get there.