PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My eyes begin to water at the edges of this thought, you taught me many things I mean I crawled, I stood, I walked,
and though you have been gone so long your memory's still with me, I'm talking bout you Grandma, Ms. Victoria McKie.

You left when I was 9 which shows alot of years have passed, the thought as bright as day the time when I was near you last,
and if I knew that time would be the final of my life, I would've held you tighter like the stars embrace the night.

I hope you're proud of me, I try my best and Heaven knows, I live a life which shows I'll be in Heaven when I go,
I realize that I haven't done it perfect to the T, I know that you'd still love me, that is 1 true certainty.

The day of August 29th in 1926, is when your life began without you, I would not exist,
and this is my attempt to reminisce a life well spent, I'd give my final cent to feel your lips give me a kiss.

We used to sit and read, a lifelong love I'd learn and keep, and stroke creative fires that now wildly burn in me,
can't help but get emotional, the tears, it burns to see, your presence, so influencing the man I learned to be.

I shared you with all others but I'm selfish to a fault, I knew I was your favorite deep within my heart of hearts,
you showed me with your love and patience each and every day, it's safe to say you proved yourself in each and every way.

In sitting here and writing this my teardrops start to fall, the weight of these emotions, there's no way to stop them all,
it's hard to keep composure when you feel that love was stole, away so very early and in turn it steals your soul.

I hope that where you are you're very happy; Pearly Gates, I know God had good reasoning for taking you away,
and on the day we meet again you'll surely know it's me, I love and miss you Grandma, Ms. Victoria McKie.

©2011