by Robin Ayele
Friday, October 12, 2007
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In memory of my grandmother, France B. Thomas
I miss you more and more each day,
and the light you brought, brighter than a thousand sun rays.
Our talks for hours about life and love.
Or even what happens when our souls head above.
Or giggling from something funny that may have happened that day or shaking our head over the latest thing in the news wondering if mankind would have to pay.
Your words of wisdom kept me straight
and focused on what was important and how to make those pearly gates.
God, family, and work were your keys to life.
Nanny you were my rock and my light.
You were my comforter, my angel and my friend
Always an ear you were ready to lend.
And though you are in heaven talking to God,
I wish you were with me especially when things get hard.
But then I remind myself that you are still around,
though in the physical form you can't be found.
But as an angel covering me with wings
when I get close to giving up in things.
Copyright: October 2007
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|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|You have written a piece that spills over with a nurturing love and understanding that has been instilled within your inner core. A most sincere and beautiful piece...
|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|A beautiful and heart-warming tribute to Nanny. I like the way you started this - as a letter. I do this from time to time, I write the letter then burn it and watch the smoke drift up to heaven.