From Above

My gram’s been gone thirteen years.
The loss, the hurt, still burns my soul.
I don’t think I can remember
How her laugh revealed her gentle soul.
But she could be harsh sometimes.
I’d wonder if she truly loved me.
There was never a doubt when I was sick
She nursed me at my bedside
Until I was totally well again.
I miss my gram, my friend, my protector,
Yet it was just her time to go.
I see her in my visions living
More life, having more fun than when
She was alive.
She laughs now in a crowd of people;
She strolls through wildflower fields
Holding hands with Grandpa as they watch
The children running after butterflies.
That place is heaven—one mansion just for them.
Grandma wears a white dress and broad-brimmed bonnet.
Grandpa wears a shirt and tie and pants.
They’re happier now than they’ve ever been
And shower us with their love from above.