Grandma I Never You

Her wrinkled body weary

Years of life and toil spent

Rearing family

Her face is etched in dignity

Her heaving chest caves in

Her tired hands I see

So frail and thin

Hands that cooked and cleaned

Hands that held and weaned

Children and their children

Who stand by her to the end

I step toward her

I hear her whisper

Touch my hands, there's music in them

I put my ear to hear the Song of Life not lived

as Life lived gave way