Isaabelle Marie

Isabelle Marie

 

Sitting at the kitchen table

Across from my Grandmother

Looking into her eyes

Listening to her words

Seeing who she was

Remembering her for what she was

Seeing the emptiness that is there

She speaks of those she has lost

Husband, Sons, Daughter

I remember each as she speaks

Her loss is my loss.

For the day there we are

A day of memories

She grasps my hand

She tells me how proud I have made her.

She has now joined the others

Today I have memories of them

They all live within me.