Hannah's Song

[Jimi]

"Come sit a while and listen"
"To what?" I began to say
"To the silence in this room
where Hannah spent her days.

The sound of smiles have faded
and left glum looks upon the wall
The rugs have all been tattered
where her voice fell through the floor.

The carpets under foot
which once sighed under her feet
are even now being buried
beneath a dusty sheet.”

I sat and held the silence
an anchor in my hand
the anchor grew much brighter
then I began to understand.

"Listen a little closer
to this place you have condemned
to such a bleak existence which
my loved one can't defend

Isn't the clock still ticking?
The robin in the garden sings
the eager bulbs lie in their beds
to pass through winter, into spring.

Though now the nights are cold
and days are stained a steely blue
spring is round the corner
waiting to burst through.

And when those seasons turn
you'll see such a happy change
the sun will shatter those grubby panes
There'll be the morning to arrange

We'll pluck the blooms that blossom
hang the beams with giddy braids
the walls will rush with fiery gold
and the memories that were made

by a wife, a friend and mother
a grandma spanning generations
and Hannah's song will fill this room
with intense and sweet vibrations.

[heinzs]

Hey Jimi! Long time!


Glad your muse is still giving you good vibes.

[Jimi]

Thanks Heinzs :) I find myself writing less and less these days, but when my Gran passed away earlier this month, I felt I had to write something. Its not perfect and there're parts of it I'll go back and change when I have the time to think about it some more, but for now I'm just glad that I've written another piece.

[heinzs]

I'm very glad you decided to post this loving tribute on our pages. I look forward to your revisions for comparison.

H

[fstasu53]

Sorry for your loss, but you wrote a beautiful tribute.

Bobbi

[moonflower]

my heart was touched by this..a truly wonderful tribute!