Eyes to See

January 1, 2010
By Shirley_R_K SILVER, Liberty, South Carolina
Shirley_R_K SILVER, Liberty, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
But sanctify Christ as Lord in your hearts, always being ready to make a defense to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you, yet with gentleness and reverence.
-1 Peter 3:15

Remembering the event of past,
Resignation sat in, but it would not last.
My ten-year-old frame shook with emotion,
As my love of her was laden with devotion.
For she was my mentor, my friend, my Gram.

The ring ring of the phone, was the signal most dreaded.
The one I loved was gone, I realized, so dejected
In my heart, in my soul, I knew what was true.
My reaction then was so common to do.
Audible was the sign of my pain,
Through gasping sobs that did not wane.

I needed to get away--
Away from the assurances that it was okay.
Out from under the concerned eyes' gaze.
I was unable to accept the truth, trapped, in a daze.
Nothing was okay.
How could it be, now that she had passed away?

Gram, my mentor, my friend.
Why did such a life have to end?
How to deal with this grief, I did not know.
My heartstrings contorted as the string of a bow.
As I grieved I turned to the One, The Comforter.

Instead of a plea for peace, anger flared and raged,
But it did not yield the results I craved.
The peace to know that she did not in graveyard lay
Could not, would not, come, until I didst delay.
For anger at Him would peace drive asunder.
The blanket of love sought for I was not under.

From the dark cold pit I cried out to my Lord.
To explain the death of the one I adored.
The why's and the how's plagued me with grief,
But the Lord above provided my relief.

Now I can cope with the emotions naught understood.
Realizing, in His strength, I could.
The peace ebbed and flowed into my soul.
Ahead I saw the light, my goal.
A beacon calling, beckoning me.
Thanks be to the God that gave me eyes to see.

The author's comments:
This poem was written about the death of my grandmother, Gram when I was 10 years old. She was a dear friend of mine and I miss her every day. The day I submitted this to a writing contest was the 5 year anniversary of her death.

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on Jan. 27 2010 at 10:33 pm
alayapoetgirl BRONZE, St. Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
Life is hard; but it's harder if you're stupid. -John Wayne

I think the way you articulated this poem is extraordinary considering your loss. It was the perfect way to explain your grief, and in a way that I was able to easily grasp your emotions...

on Jan. 27 2010 at 9:28 pm
cate allen BRONZE, Fairfield, Connecticut
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hey this is gooodd! check out my poem and my memoir.. leave a comment. thanks!

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