A tribute for my beloved grandmother, died a year ago yesterday. Gone, but not forgotten.
So hard to leave you
On the chilly, windswept hill.
So quiet. So still.
You are with them now
The white stones gather around
Familiar names gleam
In the dusk. We stand
Silently remembering.
So many hours, days.
Forever stopped
Your hardworking hands.
How many meals?
How many dozens
Of cookies, loads of laundry?
Floors scrubbed and swept.
Rooms aired, marketing
Done. Did we even notice?
Or care? Not enough.
Forever dimmed
Your bright alert eyes,
An amused gleam
Deep in their depths.
Forever quiet, the low
Modulated voice
An unexpected,
Pithy opinion. All gone.
All quiet. All done.
You sleep now, on your
Windswept hill, having slipped
Into eternity.
Your place is silent.
Let a thousand roses bloom
In your memory.
RIP.