To My Grandmother


I know you’re in a better place.
where anguish and pain
can’t find you.
Your frail arms strong again
Your mind free of dementia,
where your hardest task is
choosing a book over a nap.

I know God must exist,
and he must be a good God
because he gave me the
gift of you. Proof was found
in the way you nurtured me,
my teacher of homespun truths,
my giver of Sunday dinners,
porch swing singalong, and
honeysuckle musings.

Sometimes when my eyes are
starry, I feel the membrane
between our worlds break
and I find you again.
You’ve traveled so far to
be near, galaxies envelopes
us. You faster than the lightest
of lights, so much faster than
death and despair.

In these times I can feel
you living on in me.
Remnants of a childhood of
belonging and grace.
The cosmos and it’s mysteries
of scattered matter and infinite
wonder draws us closer still.
Granddaughter and
Grandmother together again.

-Tosha Michelle

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43 thoughts on “To My Grandmother

  1. This beautiful Tosha. Gentle remembrance is a sacred space, and the transcending of remembrance into presence is remarkably rendered:

    “Sometimes when my eyes are
    starry, I feel the membrane
    between our worlds break
    and I find you again.
    You’ve traveled so far to
    be near, galaxies envelopes
    us. You faster than the lightest
    of lights, so much faster than
    death and despair.“

    Thank goodness for good grandparents. We were on a bit of a similar wavelength. I finally put a vivid memory of my Grandfather out into the world:
    https://lonagynt.wordpress.com/2018/12/13/btt-50-driving-to-the-kolob-canyons-with-grandfather-1987/
    We miss them, but missing them is proof of love, and how nice to occasionally feel them close, that has been the case with my Grandpa too. 💜 this, thank you. Lona

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  2. That’s truly beautiful. 💕Tosha.
    My grandmother lived to 99, her maiden name was Moon. The Biblical stories she would tell us at bedtime, stick with me today. Sometimes with all the energy she could spare, before going to sleep herself. ❤
    She planted a deep seed in me.💕💕

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