Acrostic: Grandma, I Miss You
Grass buries your face, an image I will glace upon no more
Rain drips from the clouds
And falls close to you, mimicking the tears I’ve cried for you now and before.
Never had it crossed my mind that you would be so far away
Deep in the ground underneath
My own two feet, resting among others in a solemn array.
Acknowledging now that I can plainly see
Imagining what if
Makes the pain utterly unbearable for me.
If I could be assured that I could always recall your face
Some of this nightmare
Shall ease in time, healing at a remarkable pace.
Yes, it will be easier today and tomorrow too
Oh, but to speak the truth
Underneath it all, I am simply missing you.
~ C M VanHaaren