Never said Goodbye: I remember her 2
I was sitting beside, in the blues. Looking at her watery eyes, storm inside veiled With blue hues. Longing to hear my name called up in a trice, Not her, but her breath; she was departing, told her agonal breath. Memories, questions, confusion with every rise and fall of her surging breath gap. Her love for me is eternal but she has to leave, told her hand on my lap. Gasps, pause, rattle gasps, pause, and the final sigh. . . . O! My grandmother was gone leaving the loudest silence behind. A part of her is alive in me like Noah and the dove. There is nothing like death, prompted her undying love. I feel her more now than ever before. For her soul has transcended the limitations of the body and core. In another life, resting at god's feet. I feel her presence in every heartbeat, lingering on the ground, in the sky One day I will meet her; So never said Goodbye...