本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛When grey dominated your hair,
When wrinkle nested on your face,
When quiver slowered your pace,
Nothing tripped your wits.

When mist blurred your sight,
When echo blocked your hearing,
When weakness faded your voice,
Nothing stopped your thinking.

When grandchildren grew up and fly away,
When old friends left you to heaven,
When memory and stories sank in silence,
Longing and loneness you were suffering.

You told me,
No one can keep time,
It is always on his way.
No matter what happen.
With nine decades,
You faced all the changes.
Nothing withered your faith.

In a cold autumn,
Your farewell like a maple leave,
With all the color brighten,
And rest on final destination.
Then I miss you so much,
And hope to catch the time,
With my soaring imagery,
The rainbow is your smile.
All the blooming flowers,
And soft raining,
All the warm light,
And floating memory,
Nothing droops in your story.

Grandma is a legend,
Keeping telling me all the stories,
Grandma is a legend,
With all the strength.
Now Grandma is away with time,
But the legend is left behind…更多精彩文章及讨论，请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net