Dear Great Granny: Forgive Me, Please?
A verse of apology and tribute. Life is precious, death is final.
You are nought but a memory now, I have left this note too late.
You sat serene and pallid in your house, a shadow of life long-past
And yet I was blind to your decline, and for this I am sore sorry.
You were like a landmark, always there, never changing,
And I never really saw that the day was soon coming
When I would be forever deprived of you, and you of me.
I always loathed to visit, to touch your papery skin;
Like the veined love-leaves of your namesake, the ivy vine.
To me, in my youth and vigour, you were already dead.
I was revolted by your frailty, by your quavering voice;
Like a whisper from the grave, cracked with age and knowledge.
I was an ungrateful fool, utterly unworthy of your regard.
You were the first to ever believe in me, I still remember that.
You told me I could do anything, that I could fulfil my dreams.
You said that you’d see me on television one day and you’d be proud.
Your memory haunts me now, and I wonder: would you be proud?
You never saw me on television, but now you could have.
You spoke truth into my life, but I fed you nothing but lies.
I mocked you inwardly, I disregarded you whenever possible.
When you took sick, I was glad nobody asked me to visit you in hospital.
Then you departed, and I realised I had never even said thank you.
I was silent at your funeral, even when asked if I would speak.
I was consumed by guilt, I wanted to erase you from my memory forever.
But you are like a flower that’s scent still lingers once plucked.
I can scarcely recollect your face now, but I feel your presence still,
And so, after all these years of silence, I make my confession to your bones. Dearest Great Granny, I am so sorry: I love you, and I will make you proud.