Her passing an irreparable loss, I knew
She will be gone before I will stand on my feet
Like a short-lived spring, she flowered and blossomed
And moved on to far lands, behind those tall mountains
Becoming some legend in a fabled, mythical distant land
Her angelic crisscross face echoing tales of a very hard life
Heavenly appearance that illuminated my whole being
The wrinkled shaky arms that embraced my grim childhood
She had already left while I hid behind one dark oak tree
I stood longing for some heavenly grace and sobriety
As I searched through slender caverns and hollow barks
Worn-out I fell into a deep slumber of a prophetic dream
A vision wrapped in bright topaz light floating above huge
Black thundering clouds of rain, “seek me in your heart”
Were the words, I awoke and simply carried on my path.
( This poem is dedicated my beloved grandmother, whose grace touched my life like no other)