Grandmother Death Poem

Poem About Remembering Grandma Through Her Possessions

This a short reflective poem about the first year since the passing of my grandmother. One of the things that I inherited was her beloved white wicker rocking chair.

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Carol, Take you for your kind comment about this poem. I never wrote poetry before my grandmother "Grams" went home in January 2012, but have woken up many times over the past 4 years...

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You're Still Near

Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014 with permission of the Author.

Thinking of you while rocking in your chair,
'Bout the moments in life when you were there.
It's the year of firsts since you've been gone,
Each day is another one that begins at dawn.
Time has really flown; it's almost November,
By far the quickest year that I can remember.
You were called to Heaven and no longer here,
But while I rock in this chair you're still near.

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