Poem I Wrote for my Grandmother Upon Her Passing 3/13/07...

When The Time Comes.....



Rejected, distressed, depressed.Alone, afraid, regrets come forward. The memories flow, the sounds and pictures fade.

The dreams you carry forwardRelevant but fading slowly. Feelings open…letting your self go. Peaceful paradise from beyond the stars. A fresh oil painting wet to touch.Eventually it dries now just a picture. Losing love, love, L.O.V.E. Communication is open, speak the last words. Mouth the last feeling “L.O.V.E U”. Can you go on living life? Frustrated you feel. Neglected you are taken for granted. ALONE…MISUNDERSTOOD…UNSURE. How can the emotions of a loss be found without speaking? Tears falling.Faces change, dreams-become vivid memories, angels are seen. Arms are raised. Joy is pain. Eyes tear-filled,non-focus attained. Worries are gone, time stands still. Pictures become fills, eternal love is granted. Time has come and life is everlasting.

In his eyes and you fly.

Ealia Payne
Copyright ©2009 Ealia Payne
03/13/07

R.I.P Grandma Babydoll