* sorry everyone that I haven't posted anything or replied to other poems for a month now, I have been very busy at work and at university. But, I am glad that I am back now. *
The reason why I asked for people to reply to this poem is because I wrote this poem as a gift to my Mom and her three siblings. My Grandma died a few years ago, and my whole family is still suffering from the loss of her. I was very close to my Grandma, and she will be happy, up in heaven,I am sure, that I really did pay attention to her stories and her feelings about my Mom and my Aunts and Uncle. I wrote this poem for them, just to help them to heal and to remember the good things about my Grandma. My Mom has only read a few lines, and even at that, she has cried. But, before, I give this poem to them, I need opinions, is is good? I wrote most of this poem in a free-verse style, because I want it sound like my Grandma is talking to them. I respect all of your opinions, and most of the poets in here are very talented and never cease to amaze me. Thanks for your time.
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
My dear, Debbie,
my first born,
the most beautiful baby girl that I have ever laid eyes upon,
you grew into an extraordinary woman.
Whenever you read Winnie The Pooh,
think of me and you,
when you were once the young little girl with auburn hair,
in my arms,
my little Debbo,
forever loving you.
I Want you to know, Jennifer,
my second child,
that your humour and your spirit brought tears of joy to my once tired old eyes,
and filled my empty walls with laughter.
Thank you for my Jason, my second grandchild.
I have found in you a daughter and a forever friend;
I will always be your Mrs. Beautiful,
my fiery Jen-Jen.
You must know, Laura,
my third baby girl.
that altough I rarely told you in life,
I am so very proud of you,
and of what you have become.
You grew into a beautiful, intelligent woman.
You gave me my first grandchild, my Melissa.
And, when the rain falls softly upon your sweet face,
it is a proud mother's tears from heaven,
for you, my Laurie Dorie.
I need for you to know, Christopher,
my last child,
you were the miracle that I had hoped for;
my precious baby boy with blonde hair and dancing blue eyes.
You gave me Brittany, my last grandchild.
Know that I am proud of your creativity, your intelligence and your lively spirit,
my little Chrissy.
I know that you miss me,
but, please dry your eyes,
for, I am not gone.
I am the cool breeze on a fresh Spring day,
I am a glorious rainbow at the end of a storm,
I am a beautiful sunset with colours devine,
and the waking sunrise, greeting you in early morn.
I am the golden rays of light that fall from the heavens,
and the soft laughter that prances in the wind;
I am a fragrant rose, of scarlet red,
and the beautiful visions that dance in a poet's head.
For, I will never leave you,
Death ends a life on earth,
but, not a relationship,
you will always be mine,
You have the memories in your mind's eye
to keep me alive,
to keep me close to you,
inside your heart.
I know that you miss me,
but, please dry your eyes.
Realize that I am finally home,
this, I want you to know.
Love, Mum (Phyllis)
By Melissa Honeybee