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Grandma (I Miss You)
Grandma (I Miss You)
Even though our encounter was a brief one, you were our rock and always there.
Life is never fair, memories are ours to keep but what of moments unshared?
What of family portraits that are one less, I get lost in them and stare for hours
on end because they reveal the losses in our withered family crest.
As time passes, I reflect on what you've said when you passed the torch to me.
Delicate it seems, this flame that at times lit up the night and served as a beacon
to show our family the way home and shelter us from fright. At times, I feel alone
in this fight to keep the flame burning bright throughout the cold and starry night.
My arms are weak and weep for a moment's rest. My legs are buckling underneath
me but to no avail because all this physical strain is beneath me. Purpose is greater
than pain and without pain there can be no gain. My soul will have none of it, even if
it pours down on me, even if it drives me insane. I can feel relief by the warmth of
dawn on my forehead. The rooster is sounding the alarm, morning is finally here.
