My Angel Poem by Franco Marcogliese

This is a poem to my grandma
Whom I greatly miss
Her heart was filled with
Warmth and love
Her hands, soft yet rigid,
Nested our family for years and years
When I did not understand
She understood
Her big brown eyes saw no faults
But blackness and disease found a way
To creep inside her welcoming
Arms and heart
I too young saw the pain in her eyes
So moist
Death hovered over, wanting her
And then I was left alone
Helpless and cold I felt
But have now begun to understand
As she understood:
Love will always survive
As long as one knows it’s alive.
So I write this for love, for understanding,
For you, Grandma