Missing Grandma

Grandma, so old, so soft,

cushioned lap just for me.

Always sweet words never harsh,

remembering little I remember your love.

Wishing you were here, to console,

As long ago when I bruised my knee.

Grandma, dear Grandma, still I love.

As I try to remember your ways,

my mood turns to somber.

My throat lumps up as I try to think,

all the loving ways, to me you gave.

Now intangible, I do not remember.

But love keeps your essence,

the essence of you, Grandma,

so near to my heart.

- Roger W Hancock