I think Grandma Buckley may have
Been born today or tomorrow or the
Day after... there is some disagreements
On when she was born or decided to
Come into the world... and came she did.
I wish she hadn't stopped taking her
Rat poison... it's what kept her alive.
She threw in the towel... even after
Surviving a broken heart when the love of
Her life died... she thrived in his memory.
I want to thrive in her memory, but I cry
So much when I think of not having her
Anymore... hummingbirds remind me of
Her gentleness and simple beauty.
I wish she hadn't flitted away so soon.
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