Grief Poem: One last ride

Grief Poem: One last ride

Two gals raced by - were having fun, on Scooters this Spring Day. They mentioned Gram and Aunt Emma – and how they liked to play. Aunt Em and Gram, they were twin gals, like these two on sidewalk. Aunt Emma’s death, to all her kin, was really a huge shock. She’d always said, ‘Growing old’s not fun’, but I want one last ride!’ ‘When I was three, I ‘rode’ a calf, Dad laughed, and then we cried.’ Dea...