Vale Grandma and GGPat
a few new haiku
of loss and sadness while
nature continues to sing
a dim empty room
fragrance of the mock orange
leans in to the space
summer’s golden light
shines from red tips of trees
thawing our winter hearts
spanning a great age
the fallen rock is softened
lush with moss and lichen
shell of a cicada
it chose the blue flower
for its last song
thank you
i believe in angels
nurses and carers
Thank you Grandma for your love and care
all over our growing years.
We knew you always had our back
We will miss that
Now we can only hope
somehow your prayer wheel
will carry on to pray
and you are still there for us
but just in another way
