Eulogy for Grandma
The rolling hills, the
sweeping vista,
the clear blue lake: endlessly beautiful.
How I covet your view, your life, now
carefree, peaceful, calm.
I visit you and share this view, while gently
removing weeds and debris from your place here.
I speak softly to you, knowing you will
hear, and understand.
I bring you flowers, red carnations.
Gently, I place them by you, their heady fragrance
wafted by the summer breeze, shared with
all around you.
Our view is distorted by my torrent of tears
falling onto your comfortable old shoulders.
I lay beside you, memories flooding back
through the tears.
You were a strength
a rock to which I would cling when
afraid of being swept away
by stormy days.
Now I visit you here, clinging still
to this rock that marks your place.
I feel your warmth, your strength, your love
seeping into me.
© 1995 Kathy Clasen