Hidden Whispers

Flickers of dimmed light swim around a precious paper
-Tiny fires gently kiss a smooth black frame,
Making your sweet face come to life.
Memories float around me as I close my eyes and imagine
what you would say to me.
Trickles of warm tears-I cannot hide.
As I sit in this room of candles I remember our last hug.
I cry and beg for you.
A reply? Did I really hear your voice again?
Why, Grandma?- Why so soon?
I close my eyes and hear a gentle voice speak.
"don't cry over me, Sweetheart. Care but don't mourn.
Someday we may meet again. -Dry your eyes. I feel no pain."
Sweet words that echo and fade.
I can barely imagine her hug. How could I hear her voice?
"I'm sorry, Grandma.", I whisper.  "I'm sorry I didn't make it better. I love you."
A sweet woman that I barely knew...but care the world for.
-Good night.

Author's Note

My Grandmother passed away Dec. 23, 2007 (R.I.P. Maw Maw)

Reviews

[Cmini]

I really enjoyed this piece

[Amanda Naomi]

this is truely enchanting! you have a beautiful gift for words.
I love that at the end you're not saying goodbye, just good night.

it must have been so sad to loose someone dear so close to christmas.

good work, i look forward to reading more poems that you may write