
Greta
Left her
I remember talking with her
Before she passed
She said the words left her
She was a poet,
you know
When her time came,
She knew
She said she had no flavor for life,
Anymore
Nothing was right,
Anymore
She won the awards,
Attended the shows
But the light dimmed,
And she knew her time ended soon
She told me I was a champion
Believing in me, even
When I didn’t
She must have seen a spark
Now that I am a writer
I think of those days
When we would sit and talk
About the old days
She was kind
And gentle
But she was always loving with me
She knew
And told me as much
Now I can see her face
And remember her voice
Greta
I still hear you
And your words speak through me now
Greta is a poem dedicated to my Grandma Greta. We would visit and talk about a lot of things when I moved to Savannah, Georgia in 1996. She was always kind to me and encouraged me to go for it.
You can find Greta and other poems in Random Meanderings. https://amzn.to/3774NH0
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