up the honeyed ladder of the sun
remembering by Your grace all shall be done
and knowing we are rich beyond compare
knowing you are with us everywhere
our Grandmothers sang to us in the nurseries of Time.
how shall the flower be blighted now
when petal by petal you showed us how
to dwell in comfort while the storm rages ineffectually.
i know my mother, my grandmother can see
out the windows of Heaven me
raising a flag however small waving to the God of all
I'm here I'm here just as in childhood years
knowing you are holding onto me.
mary angela douglas 5 april 2020
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