Reciting a prayer for Grandma Margaret Alice
Van Wyk, praying her spirit may see the light,
find the peace and affection she so deserved,
relaying her my love and gratitude in praying
that she knows I have discovered how hard
She worked caring for us all, five kids & mom
and dad; praying that grandma’s spirit will be
covered by love if it isn’t already pertained so:
Dearest Grandma, though you felt so lonely
and bitter with life, it’s lovely to reminisce
About your unfailing service and presence in
mine when I needed you most - & I apologise
for not being there and taking better care of
you near the end; I want you to also know of
my boundless admiration, I understand
Why things went wrong as you tried to provide
for your only son and how much the problem
between you and mom caused pain, know that
wherever your spirit is - my heart is with you -
in the whole of eternity I’ll never forget you
I shall sing your praises wherever I go in every
dimension; I’ll take my cherished memories and
spread the message that I LOVE you, grandma
Margaret Alice Van Wyk - and I delight in your
Memory - wishing you joyful and happy in an
Abundance of love in every realm wherever
you go - feel my esoteric embrace & kisses
raining on your lovely grandmother-face
[STORY BEHIND THIS POEM:
My grandmother, Margaret Alice Van Wyk, née Puth in South Africa, was the only daughter in a family of 7 brothers. She took care of us,5 children, as both my parents worked and I never realised how wonderful she was until the end of her life - and as I was ill, I did not show her love with my presence in her life.
My name 'Marilese' is a contraction of 'Margaret Alice' and I chose this 'nom de plume' to honour and commemorate my grandmother who was the best cook, seamstress, care-taker and helper there ever was. So I wish her spirit to feel the love and admiration I have for her as she felt lonely and rejected in life. She will never ever be rejected while my spirit exists to give her the love she missed in life!
My alias for my mother is 'Queen of Hearts' - obviously, she was imperial, and for my grandmother it is 'Cinderella' who served everyone - but who never went to the ball. So in the afterlife I'm going to take grandma Alice to a ball of admiration and delight - starting with my poetry!]
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