Elegy

 

Note: I wrote this on the day I heard my grandmother (with whom I had been very close) had died, it was printed in her funeral program


A grand old woman has passed away
But history will not remember this day

Not the rusks that we baked
Nor the butter we shaked

The regaling tales she could share
of foreign countries and what it was like there

The way that she cooked
Or even how she looked

A spirit carved from a marble block
Yet a heart soft as butterscotch

How she wrote me poem before I was born
And throughout my life on each most special morn

She was hard to live with and tough
But somehow impossible not to love
I spent half of my childhood on her welcoming lap
To chat, get glorious hugs or just have nap

My grandmother has suddenly passed away
But history will not remember this day
It’s up to us her family and friends
To remember the love she unconditionally gived
To remember a life most remarkably lived.