Grieving

plowThere was someone there who loved us in the house down the lane

And we drove there countless sunny days or sometimes stormy rain

Many miles, many corn, we sang to pass the time

‘Til we turned one last corner and passed one final pine

The daffodills would greet us when we visited in spring

Or the heavy, still humidity summer air would bring

In the fall the smell of woodsmoke and whisps beside the shed

Meant that grandpa’s busy raking and grandma’s baking bread

Hugs and love would be there waiting in the house down the lane

But it’s been 3 years since we have seen the daffodils in spring

Today the heat reminded me of summer at that place

And I suddenly remembered we would miss the loving face

Of Grandma and Grandpa and everything we had

My heart is finally grieving…Today I’ll just be sad

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