Remembrance for my last grandparent

In Remembrance of Grandma

In Remembrance of Grandma
(18 June 2006)

A manicured garden
of colored, cultured roses
now goes untended.
For Marguerite has been freed
of all mortal constraint;
left behind
is a silver trowel
and dancing shoes,
as her spirit flies
to the Hawaiian shore
for pirouetting barefoot
on the seashell sand.

Goodbye Grandma Massa; I miss you already.

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Poetry by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd
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Written on 2007-04-25 at 00:02

Tags Grandma  Death  Remembrance 

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Frederick James
This is incredibly touching. You say so much about your grandma with such little description yet I feel her energy. I love the ending.