8 November 2006

My Grandma died five years ago today
And I have struggled ever since to stay
In this home place with the help of some friends
My hair now less whole cloth and more of lace
Having left to God the means with the ends
And more like Grandma every day I know
Whom I shall see again soon face to face
Here I must wait until my time to go

I picked a bird of paradise for her
While still in bud and now it lifts its wings
Arising in memorial full bloom
In mourning fights and flights which never were
A song something like the night raven sings
Echoes in me as Grandma fills the room

+Steven Curtis Lance



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