Cynthia's Grandma
Little Cynthia lost her grandmaShe was old yet very wise
I know that she must feel sad
But know that grandma was glad
Of her grand-daughter she was proud
And Cynthia always has her memories
But Cynthia was not sad
She was only very proud
Because her grandma was glad
Cynthia would find more memories
But she would keep the ones with grandma
And would grow like her to be wise
Twenty years from now, she thinks of memories
And the ones of her grandma make her sad
But she remembers how she felt proud
And of that she feels glad
It is what she would want, her grandma
Cynthia is already wise
Cynthia's mother has joined her grandma
And she grieves and feels horribly sad
There is no reason to be glad
And no reason to feel proud
Because her mother left no memories
And Cynthia cares not to be wise
But soon she is no longer sad
Though she still is not proud
And certainly not glad
Yet she has re-become wise
And remembers her grandma
But misses her mom and lack of memories
Now Cynthia's children are growing wise
And she certainly is very proud
To see them grow so fast is sad
But that they grew up safely she is glad
She raised them as she was raised by grandma
And tried to fill their minds with memories
Cynthia never forgot her grandma
And forever wept over her lack of motherly memories
But until she died, she lived well and wise
Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-03-26 at 16:46
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