To my Grandmother

Shall you go first and we remain
To walk the road alone,
We'll live in memory's garden, dear,
With happy days we've known
In spring We'll wait for roses red,
When fades the lilac blus,
In early Fall, when brown leaves call
We'll catch a glimpse of you

should you go first and we remain
For battles to be fought,
Each thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot
We'll hear your voice, We'll see your smile,
Though blindly we may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy us on with hope

Should you go first and we remain
To finish with the scroll,
No lenth'ning shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll
We've know so much happiness,
We've had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy

Should you go first and we remain,
One thing we'd have you do
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For soon we'll follow you
We'll want to know each step you take
That we may walk the same,
For some day down that lonely road
You'll hear us call your name

Testament

But how can I live without you? -she cried

I left all the world to you when I died:
Beauty of earth and air and sea;
Leap of a swallow or a tree;
Kiss of rain and wind's embrace;
Passion of storm and winter's face;
Touch of feather, flower, and stone;
Chiselled line of branch or bone;
Flight of stars, night's caravan;
song of crickets - and of man -
All these I put in my testament,
All these I bequeathed you when I went.

But how can I see them without your eyes
Or touch them without your hand?
How can I hear them without your ear,
Without your heart, understand?

These too, these too
I leave to you!

I miss you Grandma