
I have missed my Grandmother since she left us in 1995. And now, my Grandfather is gone. And this world will never feel the same for me.
Who's Gonna Know?
by Kathy Mattea
On the top of my desk mid
the clutter and dust
Sits an old eight by ten
black and white
It's one of my favorite
pictures of us
I'll carry with me all my
life
I must have been about
five or six
Mom's hair was still
brown and dad's was still thick
But to look at it now
sometimes I get scared
To think that someday
they might not be there
Cause who's gonna know
but me who'll help me recall those small memories
When I'm all that's left
of this family of three who's gonna know but me
Down in the cellar under
the steps
Sits an old box of junk
that I've saved
Newspaper clippings
letters and cards
Even some code-a-phone
tapes
Slices of life I can hold
in my hand
And show to my kids so
they might understand
In those years to come
when they ask me some night
What grandma and grandpa
used to be like
Cause who's gonna know
but me...
If life were a video I
could rewind
I'd go back and slow down
each moment in time
Then I'd disconnect the
fast forward button
So I'd have forever to
tell 'em I love 'em
The older I get I can't
get enough of 'em
Cause who's gonna know
but me...
So sorry for your loss John.
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