For Grandma
You died Grandma and my heart was broken,
At your funeral I stood there trembling;
And in the name of love words were spoken,
I needed to speak words without weeping.
Me, standing up front holding my papers,
There was a soft breeze caressing my hair;
I looked at your coffin and the flowers,
Oh, how I wished this was just a nightmare.
I started to speak in such a sad voice,
And then, I felt your great strength within me;
I spoke of your life so all could rejoice,
So, filled with your love that I spoke, so free.
Then, I felt the papers go fluttering;
And in the name of love, I was speaking.
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October 24, 2015
Poetry/English Sonnet/For Grandma
Copyright Protected, ID 15-720-842-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
For the contest, In The Name Of Love
Sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
First Place
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