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Poem: Ode to My Nana

Updated on August 10, 2012

In Loving Memory of My Nana Lee

"A garden of love grows in a grandmother's heart." Author Unknown
"A garden of love grows in a grandmother's heart." Author Unknown

My Heaven

Death see me not as finality

embracing passion without pain.

Drifting endlessly to destinations

where time has no domain.

Bedecked in a profusion of petals

as if dripped from an artist's brush.

Effervescent , fragrant, and aromatic

scattered among stars ever so lush.

A gentle breeze takes me in its billows

as I reach my final resting place

for it's there that I am welcomed

by a woman with presence and grace.

She takes me in her arms to kiss me,

we have waited many years.

This pledge and troth together

without the shedding of a tear.

Please remember us with love and kindness,

for we shall never again be.

Together everlasting in the sea of happiness.............

Robin Grosswirth

Happy Birthday, Nana, August 23, 2012, ergo my handle of "23"

You are always with me..........

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    Robin Grosswirth 5 years ago from New York

    SylvianeNuccio Thanks for reading my work. Yes, she was the best! There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about her.

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    Robin Grosswirth 5 years ago from New York

    Thanks for the read and follow. I will check out a selection from your treasure troth tomorrow.

    As for grandmothers, there isn't a day that goes by, particularly over the last two years, that I haven't thought about her. She loved deeply and was very protective. If I was in danger, she and my grandfather always came to my rescue. Love like that is hard to find.

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    Pamela Kinnaird W 5 years ago from Maui and Arizona

    Really poignant and beautiful. Voting up and beautiful. I wrote a biography/story about my grandmother and published it. Blurb.com is a good place -- one of many reputable sites -- to publish a book for self and family.

    Thank the heavens for grandmothers.

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    Robin Grosswirth 5 years ago from New York

    Thanks Shruti.....appreciate the time you gave to read it.

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    shruti sheshadri 5 years ago from Bangalore, India

    Really beautiful robin, so glad i read this! voted up :)

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    Robin Grosswirth 5 years ago from New York

    She is with me in my heart daily. She taught me how to cook, how to set a table, how to put on make-up, to wear perfume and heels and doll myself up (to be a woman). But most of all, she taught me to nurture others, something she was great at. She made a house, a home.

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    sweethearts2 5 years ago from Northwest Indiana

    "A garden of love grows in a grandmother's heart." Author Unknown

    I love this quote, and can see she planted the seeds of love and grace in your heart. Beautiful! You certainly do not disappoint your readers nor your Nana. Voted up

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    Robin Grosswirth 5 years ago from New York

    Thanks, Sue. Her birthday was yesterday and the reason I tag on the 23 on my handle. Thanks for the read.

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    Sueswan 5 years ago

    Hi Robin

    A lovely tribute to you Nana.

    Voted up and away

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    Robin Grosswirth 5 years ago from New York

    My grandmother would never have done terrible things to any of her children or grandchildren. She is a saint in my eyes. She has a place of honor in my life and was more like a mother to me. I am glad this resonated with you. Thank you for taking the time to read my work.

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    50 Caliber 5 years ago from Arizona

    Ms. Robin, a sweetly written poem, that I connect with on a certain level. My Nana was the woman in my life as a child, spoiled me rotten, so good to me, she passed while I was overseas in 1969, I've never felt closure of that wound, I find it odd that I believe the soul moves out to a rest but comes to bear yet another plain, but not seeing the dead always seems to leave the door of my mind, a bit open to maybe see that they are well and happy,

    Peace,

    dusty