Grief Poem - You Gotta Have A KEY!

Three little girls ran down a block, said Grandma was the best!

They'd sing and play, read some and dance, then sit down for a rest.

Their Dad and Mom encouraged them, they knew Grandma loved girls.

Gram helped them pick out pretty clothes and loved their long blond curls.

They always loved when Grandma read, for that they'd sit and wait,

She'd talk with them, and then she'd read - her reading was so great.

She told them just WHO JESUS was, and how to find Him, too.

They listened close and yes, they knew, some folks have not a clue.

Gram told them 'bout folks going 'home' - how they must have a 'key'.

They laughed, they smiled, and chatted some, and yes, they DID agree!

Well, time flies by, the girls grew up, moved out of town and 'wed'.

They had 'new' lives, had babies, too, and Gram's recipe for bread!

Time passes on, Gram had to move; was to a smaller space.

The girls came home to visit Gram, found her in this 'new' place.

They had fun time – exchanging 'news' – talked 'bout the 'then and now'.

They laughed and shared how they'd helped Dad, he wanted help to plow!

Mom also needed garden help – that was a 'fun time' too.

Especially when, Sally the cow, leaned over fence, said' 'Moo!"

Well, Granny look a bit tired – asked if they had the KEY!

'YES!' The three said, 'You rest a bit, we'll go and have some tea.'

So off they went - but once back in; 'Gram, your hair, it needs a comb.'

And as they spoke, they looked again – their Gram and flown HOME!

They cried and laughed, 'She had the key – she's WITH Lord Jesus NOW!'

'At least WE know the way up there; someday, we'll give a 'WOW'!'

  19 Oct. 2024 - © Prairie Winds.