for mamaw


You passed away when I was a boy
You gave me your Rosary on your death bed
The first suit I ever wore was for your funeral
I carried your Rosary to the place we buried you
I held it in my hand tight and I prayed for your soul
I hope that you heard me, and those silent whispers I made out to you

I stood over your grave, I watched as they lowered you into the ground
I wonder if you saw me standing there
I wonder if you saw me, are you still watching?
I wonder if you would be ashamed of what you saw, or proud

Every time I close my eyes I see you sitting in that old wheelchair
I remember my father leading me away, I remember looking back to see you crying
Your rosary left with me, carrying it, I never thought that would be the last time I saw you.

I still have your rosary, I still pray for you
I kiss the cross for you, hoping that kisses make it to heaven, and that you are no longer in pain. I hope you have wings to fly with, I wish you well, I wish you young and beautiful again..I hope I still make you proud.

~Love your grandson, Bradley

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Written on 2016-09-06 at 10:05

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Sweet words are kisses to grandmas in Heaven. Beautiful, adoring, and loving.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful piece.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I cannot improve on the previous two comments, this is a wonderful tribute, beautifully written. It expresses true love, mutual, unconditional love, which is a little too rare.

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful and moving tribute.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I would think she's always been very proud of you. A grandson who loves her grandmother will always be loved. This is a very touching poem, straight from the heart.