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Monday, April 7, 2008

A Life of Amazing Grace

Poem-A-Day Challenge, Day 4, from the Poetic Asides blog:


The thankful/tribute poem can be dedicated to a person, an inanimate object, an idea, a day of the week, etc.

On Friday, April 4, 2008, my grandmother, my Mimi, graduated from here to heaven. The challenge for that day came late, and as I waited, we recieved word that finally, she was free, whole, and with her Savior.

When I read the prompt later in the day, there was no question what this poem would be about, but I spent four days with forty family members in my parent's home, listening to memories and stories, taking notes, drinking coffee and tea, and eating delicious food. Late each night as I snuck away from the crowd to my bed in mom and dad's motor home, I would try to write...but the words flew in circles, just out of reach, in my heart and head.

Knowing that eventually they would come to roost, I kept listening, kept watching, kept hugging and crying, and laughing, and eating that delicious food. Today, we laid her to rest, laughed and cried and shared stories with each other. And now, in the quiet, the words are beginning to line up.

So, what follows is my response to the Poem-A-Day Challenge, for April 4, 2008:

a life of grace
amazing grace
the melody filling
the morning air
whistled during chores
sung around a bed
softly whispered
as she slips away


faith that doesn't waver
because she was persuaded
we too, are persuaded
because she knew
we know that we know
nothing can separate us
from that love


love that welcomes
with smiles and laughter
and conversation
a kiss from moistened lips
a table full of food
dominoes and cards
surrounded by faces
who share her eyes
her smile, her hands
I see her in these faces
hear her in these voices


and now finally
memory lost is restored
she can see us
can hear us
knows us as we are
and watches us
as we carry her story
her gifts, her loved
down the road of life
passing them along
until we see her again


TLS, April 2008

1 comment:

Childlife said...

A lovelier tribute could not have been penned, TaunaLen. What joy to know that you will see her again! Holding you and your dear family up in prayer.

~Michelle

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