[Gram-Gram]

Recently I was looking around for some good poems. I came upon a poem that I had to blog about. Here it is:

The Surcease of Sorrow
By Kelly L. Delaney

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the sparkle in the snow.
I am the shredded leaves that blow.
I am the sunlight on growing grain.
I am the gentle summer rain.
I am the quiet bird at night.
Circling about; Taking flight.
So do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

This poem made me think of one person in paticular. This person would be my grandma whom is'nt with us anymore. I remeberd just months before she died a talk that we had. She began to tell me of things that I didnt want to hear at that time. She talked about death, how that when someday she didnt want us to worry about her when she died. She also went into detail on a little book that had everything we needed to know when she died {who go what..memories..and information my aunt and dad need}. I told her she was silly but deep down I knew she was serious..she had a reason to tell me. It was almost like she knew in a couple months she woudnt be alive anymore, she knew her fate. I regret not listning more than I did. I missed so much of her last few months, if I knew I could have been with her all the time I could have. Unfortunetly, you never know when death is going to happen. I just remeber going to the hospital before she went in for surgey, talking to her like my family always did. Little did I know it was my last time talking to her. After her surgery everytyhing was fine but while in recovery she got a hospital infection. Basically someone{ a nurse or doctor} did'nt wear gloves or something wasent sanitized correctly. She didnt die from heart surgery she died because the carelessness of others. She was in a drug endosed coma for 3 weeks, she coudnt move, talk or eat. All she could do is listen. The day before she left us we noticed that tears where coming from her eyes. Although we didnt know why she really was crying.. till this day we think it was because the simple fact that she didnt wanna leave but she knew it was time. How this poem relates to her is because I dont think my grandma would want to be remembered as being dead. She would want to be remberd through memories, pictures and daily life. Sometimes I look at the wind blow through the trees and I feel like shes there. Even though shes not with me on earth, she still is there for me. I truly believe this is what the poem is describing. Its describing remembrance, no matter what that person is with you forever. Thats how she would want to remembered.