Monday, January 7, 2013

Memories of Grandma

This poem was written from a dream...

I came here to your grave to pray.

With all of the memories of yesterday

Upon your stone, lay a yellow rose,

I left behind, so you would know,

I brought my love and words to share.

I thought I seen you standing there,

Your face bright with a translucent smile.

I sat and daydreamed of you for awhile

And when I turned away at last,

My thoughts still dwelling on the past,

A breeze brought rose scent and the sound

Of your wonderful voice, still all around!

Written By: Sandie Divan

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