In remembrance of my Grandma Rita, I wrote a poem that I would like to share with everyone.
By: Mackenzi Noel
On the eve of your day, we remember
How the sun catapulted rays that made their way
Across galaxies and generations.
A stream off the edge of the trees
Tranquil and yet turbulent
Shimmering at the touch of the faintest ray.
The soil warming at the caress of warm air
Providing both a start for the fledgling flowers
And a sanctuary for the weathered rodents.
The rolling wind that whispered of vibrancy
Carrying the hearts of those who saw more to the world
Coaxing the explorers to explore
And the eager to fly
The tree that stands tall amidst the forest
Establishing deep roots and unwavering sturdiness
The bark so strong, that not even the cruelest predator can ensnare the baby mouse
And branches that extend to the end of the Wood.
The stars that shine – even after their darkest hours
Providing sailors a direction and a beacon for the astronauts
Carry the rays with them
A gift from Mother Nature
I know your ray is there,
Because on the eve of the day, I saw your shooting star.