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.’

Dear Sister Rose liked green tractors and Uncle Ted’s Red Jeep.

We rode horses and vehicles, but NEVER ANY SHEEP!

Our Grandma’s name was really Rose; ‘Gram’ was her name to US!

She liked horses, for her...