As I look upon the ruins <br />My eyes are filled with tears <br />From memories nestled in my heart <br />Countless and treasured years <br />I stayed away so long you know <br />‘Cause I knew things weren’t the same <br />It’s too late now – that cannot be changed <br />But no one was to blame <br />I reach inside and close my eyes <br />And remember way back then <br />Oh Grandma, how I wish that I <br />Could see you once again <br />To hold you close, to touch the clothes <br />That only you could wear <br />To press my face into the folds <br />And hold you oh, so near <br />Did your clothes hang on the hangers? <br />Once you had gone away? <br />It seemed to me a sacred place <br />A place I wouldn’t play <br />You made your household money <br />From selling eggs and milk <br />I loved your noisy chickens <br />And the sweet liquid smooth as silk <br />I remember your yellow roses <br />I can smell them even now <br />And even unattended <br />They stayed beautiful somehow <br />And Grandpa how I remember <br />The tractor that you drove <br />To work that fertile soil <br />And the perfect fields you wove <br />I’d climb that home-made ladder <br />When I was just a boy <br />I can smell the sweetness of the hay <br />And still it brings me joy <br />Oh Lord will you please hold my hand <br />And help me through this pain <br />The farmhouse that my family loved <br />Will no longer be again <br />But thank you Lord, for my memories <br />The happiness I knew <br />And put aside the burning hurt <br />And hold me close to you!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-look-upon-the-ruins/
