Dust
The bells striked eleven times
And thirty swallows just flew by,
One per minute crossed the sky
Opening the dark mean murk
A deep blue stripe between the clouds
Shining with a golden light,
Showing it the saintly path
Which everyone will walk someday
Silver dust crossing the sky
Walking in the golden light,
Playing like a little girl
While leaving all the pain behind
In a second you just saw
The smiling face you won't forget,
As a child it used to give you strength,
She will be there omnipresent
The memories she left behind
The hugs she gave to you,
But the most important thing
Is the love you feel for her.
BoNE
In memory of my beloved Grandmother, may she rest in peace.