Even though, you don't know
Who I am, where you are,
Come with me, hold my hand.
Soft I sigh, low I cry.
When I see you this way.
Till one night they came to you.
Disbelieving, as I watched
The grandmom I remembered
Laughing, smiling, talking to
Loved ones gone so long ago.
Angels came to your bed,
Gently prayed, soon they said,
"Come with us in the night,
God awaits us in the Light,
Fear us not, nor this event,
Good and faithful servant."
Hold me near, take my fear
Like you did long ago.
I was small, you were young,
Life was good, you were strong.
Sing with me ancient songs
Angels watch, spirits guide.
Love like ours does not die,
Tears fall down as you go.
I call out, in my woe.
Come for me when its time
You will know who I am
And we will sing again.
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Thank you!
Stephanie Sawyer
While I cannot relate to this as you do, your sentiments being counched in terms of a loving and understanding higher (divine) omniscience, I can yet appreciate the strong bond of love and duty we all have to those in our immediate family, and to the entire extended family of man. You address the very heart of ancient Hawaiian precepts of 'ohana with your words, of course, and there is further resonance in the fact that yesterday I received a touching communication from a bright friend (loving mother and talented children's book illustrator, Tammy Yee) relating some circumstances of her interactions with her own aging grandmother. In many ways I am quite sad that Christianity so successfully took root among the ancient Hawaiians, supplanting their indigenous system wherein family ('ohana) and land ('aina) comprised the vital core of their immediate social awareness. I am, however, always encouraged to find that love for others doesn't necessarily have to hinge upon a belief in a religious deity, for the understanding that all human beings are related closely to each other ought logically to predispose individuals towards an attitude of loving concern and peaceful regard for the well being of all humanity (without the added impetus of a deity's commandments to do so).
I enjoyed this piece very much; mahalo for sharing this with us. I think that I shall also, in view of my own interests in family and adolescent social psychology, return to read some of your professional offerings. Authors' Den is a never-ending experience of pleasing discoveries, yours among them!
Malama pono, no ka aloha nui loa!
Kalikiano
Grandmother's Song brings us stirring and enlightening words with a gentle and loving voice that gives us hope and fortifies our faith.
Richard
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Chanti
Elizabeth
Awesome write. Your poem deeply touches the heart. It's sad to see them fade so quickly. All we have are memories and the hopes of an eternal renewal. Blessings Always, Paul.
Love,
CJ
Joselyn