Her FaceA Poem by AugustaTo my GrandmotherWhen
stars are falling, And
the sun does not shine, When
the moon is not breaking, The light Through
the darkest night. All
I remember is that day she had lost her fight. When
winter is here, and no snow that fall When
summer is near and the heat brings fear When
the rain is not falling and the rivers gone dry All
I remember is the tears in her eyes. When
the hospital ward so white Suddenly
turns black that night And
the man at her bed, gave us the news: She’s dead All
I remember is that beautiful face My
Grandmother had met her Grace As
time had passed and People
forgot And
all the memories brings regret All
I remember is that fall, As
I look at her picture on the wall And
years gone by, I stop for one moment, I
look in the mirror, next to her picture still on the wall, The
face that look back at me Was
identical to my Grandmother’s that fall © 2013 Augusta |
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Added on April 18, 2013 Last Updated on April 18, 2013 Author
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