Sunday, May 11, 2008


Echoing down through the corridors of time,
Upon the lap I hear the sweet songs and rhymes,
Hands gathered in the stroll to the glorious bed,
Her passions emerge upon sight of her stead.

They wave and shimmer in the whispering breeze,
She nurtures the colors and fragrance of tease.
Gathering their seeds as the blooms slowly fade.
She dreams of spring when rebirth is gently made.

One hundred one seasons had drifted away,
She rests now beyond time in the eternal sway.
The flowers she loved do not cling to the grave,
I wondered about and found not where she lay,

Lost to the earth but not to the heart,
I hear her sweet whispers a love that never parts.

Kuan Gung

Magdalena was my Great Grandmother that at age 3,began to teach me how to read by memorizing each word.
She loved her flowers and garden.
I spent countless hours with her when I was very young upon her lap reading and listening to her stories.
She was a compassionate and strong woman whom I loved dearly as a child.
At age 101 she passed away. I was 11 years old.
Many years later I went to find her only to learn, she was no where to be found.
Her grave was unmarked with no head stone.
She had 9 children and lost three.
The cemetery has her listed, but as to where she lays, we'll never know.


Sapna Anu B.George said...

First of all Happy Mothers day"......
Lost to the earth but not to the heart,
I hear her sweet whispers a love that never parts.

You are lucky ......i long to hear and feel my Mom who left me
...but never happens, wonderful words and great to meet you here.

Cynthia said...

What a lovely potrait, I can feel
the compassion & strength of your
grandmother inside your words.
Her grave may be unmarked but
she lays deeply within your heart.
Thank you for offering this layer
of you,your life.

Stacey said...

Lovely words...
Your Great Grandmother would be very proud of you, hold on to all those memories you have of her. ;-)

Thank you for visiting my blog and for your comments. :-D

deepsat said...

Wow! What an incredible lady, your grandmother! And what a long life she had!

Amazing how life takes one though!

Kuan Gung said...

sapna...I had a vision a few years after she passed away...till this day I don't know if it was real or not, however, I finally decided it didn't matter...we're all a part of the grand scheme and I just was a delayed parting was beautiful as she was...thank you

Kuan Gung said...

Thank you cynthia so very much...indeed it is a layer of one of many keepsakes that remain deep within one's heart...

Kuan Gung said...

Thank you stacy...I love your blog...she remains a part of me deeply woven into my life...

Kuan Gung said...

Warm greetings deepsat...thank you...

Neers said...

Dear Kuan... somehow, whenever i seel peace...i reach your pages... and now i know the source of the reservoir. Thank You ever so much, dear friend!

Keshi said...

u r an amazing writer!!


shree said...

its a lovely poetry and a beautiful thought.lots of memory came back to me grandmother had 13 children ,my mom is the eldest and at the ripe old age of 100 grandmother passed away in the year 2002...may God bless her soul.
thank you very much for coming to my blog and your sweet comments.
love and peace.

Kuan Gung said...

Warm greetings and thank you neers!

Kuan Gung said...

Thank you shree and keshi...interesting 2002 wasn't that long ago!

begijn said...

Reminds me I need to sit still and find quiet and remember/honor my dear Grandmother more often.

Honour said...

Thanks for visiting my site ... and what a delight I find upon return. I really find this poem enchanting - in our culture, we don't nearly value our elders as much as we should ... it is nice to see something that celebrates that.

Kuan Gung said...

honour...I agree...Native Americans really honored the elder, but in the U.S., we tend to regulate far to many to nursing tragic!

Kuan Gung said...

begijin...thank you