I hid from it and prayed, death would not find it's way
to claim the Mother Of My Mother,
how wrong i was that day.
Like dew dripping off a flower
she left us silently,
Mother Of My Mother at rest for eternity.
She faded softly as a star, in the early morning sky
Mother Of My Mother, i wish i could have said goodbye.
The waking of the house, the morning of her death
Still; no longer moving, quiet , like her breath.
Off to her glory , she gladly goes walking arm im arm
with;The Mother Of My Mother a circle blessed and charmed.
And as i sleep i see her she looks back to me to say
Daughter of my Daughter ... when its your turn to walk with us
"My Hand" will guide your way......
Written for my grandmother Tommie Dennis I truly miss you grandma!