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A Whirling Wind Uplifts A Leaf
(October 9,1948 / Dayton, Tennessee)

A Whirling Wind Uplifts A Leaf

A whirling wind uplifts a leaf
Brings childish laughter midst my grief
And though my sorrow tears at me
There’s also room for Lana’s glee.

Some said, “Don’t take her to the grave”
Why force the young to be so brave
When faced with fate? She seems okay
As long as leaves and winds will play.

And then Grandmother looks our way
I see the wrinkles, grief, and gray
But see the twinkle in her eyes
As she sees Lana’s fingers rise

To catch that leaf that seems to fly
Into my daughter’s hands; I sigh
Her laughter sounds; what can I do
Then I hear Grandpa laughing, too.

My laughing Lana played her part
For I heard Grandma’s “Bless her heart.”
And knew in mine that more than I
My daughter knew when not to cry

Yes, tears will come on future days
When we remember Grandpa’s ways
But not today—let sorrow wait
While Grandpa’s life we celebrate.

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Comments (4)

This is a very fine poem on celebration of the present moment..
A fine example of making the everyday moments shine. Thank you for sharing.
Great title Mac, and a fine tribute to life. Rgds, Ivan
What a lovely way to remember Granpa, s life. I love your poem. thank you