Eyes Of The Beholder
By Desdemona
As I sit alone and take in the thoughtsthe bitter thought of days I have missedDays I was born and to young to rememberBlack and White photographs and a christmas cardSweet memories of a Grandmother I never knewI was two years old when she passed awaybut I feel like she is still with meShe called me her lil angelstrange how others have labeled me the same characterthe same innocent warm wings protecting allTo read her words so precious so timelesswill never fade from my eternal mindShe calls me by her name The name I was giving because of herNo one else calls me that nameELONAHer handwriting is one of a kindThe way she curls her G's or dots her i'sshe doesn't use one exclamation point, but threeShe sends my mother a reminder to give me a kissand Reminds us that she Loves us alwaysI don't remember a thing about my grandmotherBut I hold on to the one card that doesthe card full of her warm congrads, to her miss you alwaysSomehow I still feel her wings around meHer soft kisses when I sleepMy grandmother had to have been a wonderful personto have created a mother like minewhom later had a little baby like meI wrote this poem based on the only two greeting cards my mother had kept from my grandma, which passed away in 1976. I was only 2 yrs old when she passed, so I never got to know her. I held these cards and felt like I had her right there with me again. If you wish to see the actual cards to this poem I have them on my Web site at http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Sands/3169/beholder.html Written October 19th, 1999 © on Nov 05 2001 11:15 AM PST, Lee Gillilan 18 • 0 • 8
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"As I sit alone and take in the thoughtsthe bitter thought of days I have missedDays I was born and to young to rememberBlack and White photographs and a christmas cardSweet memories of a Grandmother I never knewI was two years old when she passed awaybut I feel like she is still with meShe called me her lil angelstrange how others have labeled me the same characterthe same innocent warm wings protecting allTo read her words so precious so timelesswill never fade from my eternal mindShe calls me by her name The name I was giving because of herNo one else calls me that nameELONAHer handwriting is one of a kindThe way she curls her G's or dots her i'sshe doesn't use one exclamation point, but threeShe sends my mother a reminder to give me a kissand Reminds us that she Loves us alwaysI don't remember a thing about my grandmotherBut I hold on to the one card that doesthe card full of her warm congrads, to her miss you alwaysSomehow I still feel her wings around meHer soft kisses when I sleepMy grandmother had to have been a wonderful personto have created a mother like minewhom later had a little baby like meI wrote this poem based on the only two greeting cards my mother had kept from my grandma, which passed away in 1976. I was only 2 yrs old when she passed, so I never got to know her. I held these cards and felt like I had her right there with me again. If you wish to see the actual cards to this poem I have them on my Web site at http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Sands/3169/beholder.html..."