a poem for Florence Fowler aka Gram [ageing]
On Gram an old poem written in the 80s. Gram smoked unfiltered Camel cigarettes until she could no longer. Her young years were the roaring twenties. She was the first female manager in the offices of the A&P Supermarket chain. She died in the mid-80s. She raised her grandsons David, Mark and Mitchell. Her name was Florence Fowler.
On Gram
With all her years
Behind her now
Like water running
Downstream
For the pain she bore
The joy she gave
Now in sorrow she lay
Hoping for unknown answers
Frail and weak
She aggravates
But for all she waits
to help and know
They seek in her
Solace and wisdom
She prods them to
move on
To partake in life
While she dies
And then it is to late
No time to apologize.