Sat reading this afternoon, a sudden image of my husband’s
Scottish Granny, whom I dearly loved, came between me and the page.
Then memory took me to the quiet and beautiful cemetery in the
highlands where she is buried. We lived a long way from her in those
years and so my husband would ring from the local phone box every
Friday night to talk to her. Such loved memories. Such loved people.
TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
There is no name
Carved in stone
For you.
Your memorial
Is forever written
in the air.
Inscribed
On the folds
Of all the days
Since you left.
One day,
A thousand days,
Makes no difference
To those who loved you.
For those who loved you,
Love you still.
©2021 Gwen Grant..
Poems by Gwen Grant 