There is a speckled photograph <br />It's sepia in hue <br />While the foregrounds unfamiliar <br />In the centre there sits you. <br />It is a special picture of when you once were here <br />A faraway glaze of happy days <br />Of times you loved so dear. <br />I wonder though 'dear grandma' <br />As you watch from up above <br />Have we followed in your teachings <br />Always given with much love? <br />I feel your spirit Grandma <br />The white light says its true <br />I have become steadfast in life <br />And it's all because of you.<br /><br />Irina Whitford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-grandma-6/
