A Last Trip

Grandma’s adrift today

Her mind and breath

Gone swimming

Into a yawning, gasping sea

 

Faces and memories

Run quickly past

Sliding and colliding into one another

How to describe

With no more words as tools

 

Cooling and weak

Her hand still reaches out

Through the fog and needles

Searching out comfort

To give, not to receive

 

Grandma’s anchored tonight

Still and certain

Resting in peace

And the arms of her Lord

 

© Gayle Force Press 2010

 

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