I Remember

I clasped the dear memory in my hands,

That held together my grandmother's secretive strands.

Young, beautiful memories flooded back to me,

Like a steady, verdant stream.

I remember the enchanting sunset, which held my gaze still.

I remember my extroverted gran holding me high.

And my squeals of delight and my yearning to touch the sky.

I recall my father's laughter of delight,

As he watched me play and roam around with utter might.

My mother's passionate kisses,

Sent me scrambling around with glee.

But I remember that my gregarious gran has gone,

To my heart, where she will always belong.

I touch the photograph which held my young childhood

And my gran's enigmatic strands.  

My down-to-earth gran,

My Gran,