Friday, January 28, 2011

My Grandma

Recently, my grandmother died. This came with it all of the emotions of a tight nit family healing together. Each of us in my family had our own way of expressing our grief. I found myself obsessed with writing a poem.

Enough people wanted to get hold of it, so I'll post it here.

My Grandma


Come family, come friends.

We gather here today

to mourn a regrettable end

and to send her on her way.


We've all lost something great,

the Matriarch Anita Dell.

I've realized well to late

how big a loss that we've been dealt.


Anita was my Grandmother,

She was mortar to our clan,

From family news that she would cover

to the dinners that she ran.


At gathers it was known

she would want to play her part.

She would open up her home

so that we could open up our hearts


Come family, Come friends.

We gather to share tears,

to mourn regrettable ends

and to celebrate her years


I look around at the faces

of her glorious legacy.

Her greatest of God's graces,

her loving Christian family


And one can only think

about the way she'd feel

when the family would sing

God's graces at a meal.


If that's what was important,

we'd let love into our lives,

then she would would be content

with her family by her side.


So, Come family, come friends.

We gather in this place

we stand and we commend

the family that she raised.


Every child that was brought

into her family line

was treasured and was taught

that family's the best thing you can find.


On holidays we converge

and would fill a house with song,

the young one's she'd encourage

to join and sing along.


If ones accomplishments

were to be our only grade,

her full life was an event

due to the family she made.


Come family, come friends.

We're here to say goodbye,

Our feelings to help mend,

and to have a little cry.


Share a joy, it doubles.

Sorrows shared divide.

In my time of troubles

the burden's light I find.


Our family's a great one,

The best I've ever seen.

It's the greatest thing she built,

a solid family tree.


Come family, come all.

We've gathered at God's grace.

Grandma's memory will never lull

with this family still in place.