A whirling wind uplifts a leaf <br />Brings childish laughter midst my grief <br />And though my sorrow tears at me <br />There’s also room for Lana’s glee. <br /> <br />Some said, “Don’t take her to the grave” <br />Why force the young to be so brave <br />When faced with fate? She seems okay <br />As long as leaves and winds will play. <br /> <br />And then Grandmother looks our way <br />I see the wrinkles, grief, and gray <br />But see the twinkle in her eyes <br />As she sees Lana’s fingers rise <br /> <br />To catch that leaf that seems to fly <br />Into my daughter’s hands; I sigh <br />Her laughter sounds; what can I do <br />Then I hear Grandpa laughing, too. <br /> <br />My laughing Lana played her part <br />For I heard Grandma’s “Bless her heart.” <br />And knew in mine that more than I <br />My daughter knew when not to cry <br /> <br />Yes, tears will come on future days <br />When we remember Grandpa’s ways <br />But not today—let sorrow wait <br />While Grandpa’s life we celebrate.<br /><br />Mac Wilkey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-whirling-wind-uplifts-a-leaf/
