Memories flash like lightening
within my mind . . .
Precious moments
that I shall never forget.
There are certain scents
that shall always remind
me of things about my dear grandma.
There are certain sounds,
and certian sights
that shall always remind
me of things about my dear grandma.
But, right now, in my grief, random
memories flash like lightening
within my mind . . .
Precious moments
that I shall never forget.
Precious moments strum
the strings on life's guitar,
and memories are the music
played thereon.
Though she is gone,
her song shall forever live on
within this aching heart of mine.
For, her memoryflashes like lightening
within my heart,
lighting the darkness of my grief
as for a brief moment I return to a moment of laughter.