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by Jared Fladelandi felt your presence on sunday, grandma.
i was sitting in the pew,
and i think it was during the sermon
i was reminded of you.
the pastor didn't say anything
to remind me,
it was more of a sudden jolt
of your face, your voice,
those piercing blues behind rectangular glasses.
i don't think i was missing you, either.
i'm sure it wasn't because of your lack of presence:
it was because i knew you were there,
with a hand on my shoulder,
proud of your grandson,
but at the same time letting him know:
there's something more to look forward to after this life.
i forget that sometimes. 09/19/2007 Posted on 09/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/20/07 at 03:53 AM Beautiful, heartwarming without being sappy or over sentimental. Perfect. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/20/07 at 11:18 PM This heartfelt visit warms me, and I wish I had a grandmother. I'll just borrow yours for a moment... such a warm and moving poem. And I believe it when she says to you, "there's something more to look forward to after this life". Present Prescence, indeed! |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/22/07 at 04:51 AM Hi Jared,
This is so beautiful, a special moment. Yes, grandmother tend to do that. I still miss my not being around anymore. It's strange how one can feel someone's prescence. It does happen. When I my Mom was still alive, one time I heard my name called out, it was my Mom's voice. Clear as a bell. I even look around to see if she may have come to visit. |
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