I can still remember
I remember that lonely Christmas Eve,
The scented candles and her sweet tasting pot - roast,
The sound of her velvet voice as she called me,
I would race to her with all my might just for a cup of my favourite Tea,
The way she strolled with grace,
Watering her daisies, roses,
And her blissful orchids,
I long for the times when she would trouble my nose,
Or grab my cheeks,
Nothing could replace the way she baked,
expecially her amazing pies,
Or the moments when she caught me in the middle of my lies,
I still remember when we had to lay our wreaths,
Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to Dust,
I remember how I would clean her Headstone,
So it would never rust,
Every Christmas Eve,
I would be at her graveside, yes that was a must,
I can still remember that lonely Christmas Eve,
It has been years too long since my Dear grandma had to leave,
Now it's another Christmas Eve,
Only It's my time to leave,
And someone else's turn to remember me.
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Embrace Poetry ||Wattys2016||
Poetry#73 (28/6/16) Are you lost? Then be found with Embrace Poetry, some of the most exuberant poetic pieces you will ever read will be found in this book, you will experience sadness, love, peace and joy. In essence this is a collection of my original p...
