"Remembrance"
By, Cheryl Harwell Bailey
Last night as I slept,
I dreamt of Grandma.
It was so real.
We sat and talked in her cottage on
Park Drive.
She said, "Cheri, at times
you long to come home to the cottage.
To come home to me.
It may seem, I am far away,
but I'm not.
I am in my son, your daddy.
I am in you.
I am in your children and grandchildren.
This bond between us will never end.
Some say there is no heaven.
Don't you believe it.
I am right here waiting for you.
Never forget!"
Grandma stood up and walked into the kitchen to cook supper.
I woke up from a beautiful dream.
I didn't want to wake up.
She passed away ago 26 years ago,
at the age of 95.
I did not want to wake up.
It was so real!
Sometimes I just need my grandma.
This has been a year
filled with deep sorrow.
My most precious mother
passed away in the fall.
My heart is crushed.
I know I must go on without her, but how?
There has never been a moment,
in my entire life,
that I didn't want to be with her.
I am praying to see my mother
in a beautiful dream.
I pray it is so real.
I will not want, to wake up.
My brilliant father-in-love of 46 years,
killed instantly in tragic car crash,
but 2 months ago.
On going anguish and shock to our family.
I think he is going to walk through the back door every evening,
like he always did.
He can't be gone, in an instant.
My heart is shattered.
I am hoping to see my father-in-love,
in a beautiful dream.
I hope it is so real.
I will not want, to wake up.
Aunt Juanita,
the toughest woman I have ever known,
has been at deaths door this week.
WWII nurse who carried wounded soldiers,
off the USS Missouri, from the
Baton Death March.
Grandma's only daughter.
My heart is worried.
I ask for your prayers.
Thankful for every minute we are together.
I am going to see my Aunt Juanita now.
I know we will have a beautiful talk.
I know it will be real.
I know I am not dreaming.
I know I am awake.
By, Cheryl Harwell Bailey
Last night as I slept,
I dreamt of Grandma.
It was so real.
We sat and talked in her cottage on
Park Drive.
She said, "Cheri, at times
you long to come home to the cottage.
To come home to me.
It may seem, I am far away,
but I'm not.
I am in my son, your daddy.
I am in you.
I am in your children and grandchildren.
This bond between us will never end.
Some say there is no heaven.
Don't you believe it.
I am right here waiting for you.
Never forget!"
Grandma stood up and walked into the kitchen to cook supper.
I woke up from a beautiful dream.
I didn't want to wake up.
She passed away ago 26 years ago,
at the age of 95.
I did not want to wake up.
It was so real!
Sometimes I just need my grandma.
This has been a year
filled with deep sorrow.
My most precious mother
passed away in the fall.
My heart is crushed.
I know I must go on without her, but how?
There has never been a moment,
in my entire life,
that I didn't want to be with her.
I am praying to see my mother
in a beautiful dream.
I pray it is so real.
I will not want, to wake up.
My brilliant father-in-love of 46 years,
killed instantly in tragic car crash,
but 2 months ago.
On going anguish and shock to our family.
I think he is going to walk through the back door every evening,
like he always did.
He can't be gone, in an instant.
My heart is shattered.
I am hoping to see my father-in-love,
in a beautiful dream.
I hope it is so real.
I will not want, to wake up.
Aunt Juanita,
the toughest woman I have ever known,
has been at deaths door this week.
WWII nurse who carried wounded soldiers,
off the USS Missouri, from the
Baton Death March.
Grandma's only daughter.
My heart is worried.
I ask for your prayers.
Thankful for every minute we are together.
I am going to see my Aunt Juanita now.
I know we will have a beautiful talk.
I know it will be real.
I know I am not dreaming.
I know I am awake.
