I still Turn to you

A friend's grandmother passed away; The emotion is deep, distant, reserved; yet surging through the eyes and heart.

I would humbly bow my hefty head acquiescently into your pleasant pacific presence. 
I would happily go to the Earth's end to relinquish an hour of your hearty happiness.
I'd listen in unawareness of the ticking of time to your supreme sacrifice experiences:
Each one an exemplary exceptional story; a story stack of sky-scraping successes.
I'd gain incessant enthusiasm from your teaching heritage and learning lineage, 
Each and every moment of your invading involvement was a priceless privilege.

Your physical being was an attire of addictive attachment 
but your emotional estimation was my subtle survival element. 
Before yourself - even from your reigning restful bed - 
You nurtured and cared for the way we were brought up and bred. 
Our concerning troubles are the worries that filled your head,
You kept a track of our sleeping routine and our butter and bread.

I robustly believe that between us there was a boundless bond, 
To which the prying population parties were playing an oblivious role.
Your focusing eyes would see right through me like a watchful warrior,
Yet in character you would treat and entertain me like a teenage mentor.

You taught me how to embrace my life, 
You taught me how to believe and strive, 
You taught me how to rise from below, 
You taught me how to feel whole and alive. 
You taught me how it would always be okay,
You taught me how to respect and yearn.
You taught me how I would be shown the way,
You taught me how my nature is stubborn and stern. 
You taught me so much I can't keep a track,
In truth,
You're still teaching me, but it is YOU that I lack! 

While you were here with us it was joyous and prosper,
and we carried on unaware of the passing hour!
I didn't tell you enough how much I loved you
and now the hate of fate stirs up inside against you. 
I didn't hug you enough to take in your willful warmth
and now the cold bitters up taking over my heart.
I didn't appreciate enough the advice that you graciously gave
and now your voiced famous lines play over in my ear.

 

An act of disloyalty, a betrayal of sorts,
that you left me here in a world to which I am unknown. 
I would have bought you flowers,
A mix of colourful petals, 
no need to lie in a grave for me to adorn!
Did you cut off our relationship
because you thought I was fully grown?
Did you imagine one of your daughters
carrying your charismatic crown?
Did you want to see our expressions
exchanging between a smile and a frown?
Did you know that we’d resurface
from moods brown and the deepest drown?

Hear me loud, hear me clear, 
from way up there - listen! I hold you dear! 
You will live on in me, from above you can see, 
that inside this cover of me, is what you wished I would be. 
While I sit here and occupy this space,
The air around me whisks my thoughts in a race. 
I wonder at the ache that spates in my soul,
And at the pain that dissipates tears to roll: 
Then I remember the tidal pattern of the waves at sea, 
And I recall the sun rising to overcome darkness with glee;
Deep in my dreary dry duskiness of dull debris,
I know the death's decision was destiny's dutiful decree.

The consequence of your detach is that you constantly occupy my mind, 
It’s a dismay that for your array of expectation I am no match, 
Your permanent absence is a shock for which I am not duly designed
and your wholesome value I failed to catch, so I bury you inside my home hatch.
Even though I collapse and retire in your resign and relief of this immortal relation,
I confine myself into a recollection of memory to create a collage of commemoration. 

Reviews

[dan]

I'm sorry, these types of long writes make me unable to concentrate and focus due to a couple of MH disorders I'm stuck with. Please don't let this deter you from sending RRs. take care...dan

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Poet. A outstanding poem.
"Hear me loud, hear me clear,
from way up there - listen! I hold you dear!
You will live on in me, from above you can see,
that inside this cover of me, is what you wished I would be. "
So many lines stood out in the poem. The above lines were my favorite. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[Coffee Vampier]

I felt peace at the end. It's very painful but holds beauty.

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This made tears swell...I love it!

[-Scribe in Style-]

Thanks Lynn!