A Tribute To My Dear Granny Doreen Poem by Astell Collins

Like the birthing of a baby so is death in the eyes of the divine. It is simply a point of transition and not termination. For the Bible states that to be absent in the body is to be present with the Lord, and blessed are the saints who die in Christ. My beloved granny Doreen was nothing short of a saint, furthermore, she was my angel who loved me in spite of me. I have conceded and embraced the transformation of my granny-my foundation into my granny-my inspiration. Moreover, with unimaginable grief and inconceivable pain, I submit to the process of life itself. In the spirit realm my spirit bears witness that my granny Doreen who has become synonymous with peace and love is in the presence of love.

Despite the fact that her endless journey has just begun, she will forever remain my precious one. I know for sure that her heart was pure, but now with her soul freed, she has started to live the story untold. Although the moon continues to rise as the sun sets, the grace that possessed her I could never forget. She maybe only a breath away, but her love will live on night and day. What a delight that granny has escaped this world, on the softest cloud drifting upwards, pulled by heavens love. She was escorted by the whitest doves and has entered into a world governed by love. So it is beyond the confines of time, where there is no more pain, and sorrows could never touch her again. Her gentle joy, her contentment and utter purity of love was far too beautiful for this world.

The majestic memory of my beloved granny is distinctively divine. She is now in the presence of angels as a citizen of heaven. I know you are in a better world asking that we smile for you. Far beyond our imagings she is at peace-unspeakable. You are a queen, regal, noble, gracious, polite, respectful and civil. Words with its limitations could never adequately express what my granny means to me. As for my brother and I, she was everything.