Scrapbook 2.

I wrote this after Grandmommom passed away. I read it at her funeral.

Grandmommom,

            I’m still looking at your old scrapbook,

            though my heart is heavy and shook.

            I already miss your shining face,

                        smiling back at me.

 

I long to see you once again,

            for you to hug me and ask how I’ve been.

            But I know your soul

                        can finally be free.

 

So I will go on with only memories of us,

            Of Christmas Eve nights and the times you’d fuss

            at my bare behind as a child

                        when I found mooning you amusing.

 

I will remember spaghetti dinners and heart-felt talks,

            all those family vacations and sand beach walks,

            even the years you fought on

                        though your mind grew confusing.

                                    (yes, I know life became confusing.)

 

I won’t lie and say it’s better you’re gone.

            I wish you were out back swinging by our lawn,

            but I’ll let you go to a place

                        that’s heavenly and big.

 

I know you’re with Granddaddy once more,

            and as you look around the Heavens galore,

            I can hear your voice singing,

                        “Home again, home again, jiggity jig!”

           

Author's Note

Much like Scrapbook 1, I doubt I'll make any changes. This is about my grandmother and though there is much I COULD do to improve it, I didn't write this to improve it. I wrote it to honor Grandmommom at her funeral. She'd asked me to read some poetry at her funeral and this is what I choose to read. Please be mindful of the importance of this poem to me when you comment on it, thank you.

PS: my grandmother always said "home again, home again, jittity jig!" whenever we pulled into the garage after being out.