Summoning Grandma

A loss so great could not be mourned with tears.

The true lament is lunacy, engineered throughout the years.

At the tender age of ten, I could not process your transition.

But the thought of never seeing you put me well out of commission.

Now in my adulthood I still don't know if I can manage.

With your passing you took my sanity as collateral damage.

Maybe one day you will show up in a dream,

In all your glory, with a halo shining like a laser beam.

I often feel your presence and sophisticated grace.

You seem to whisper in my ear, "It's staring you right in the face."

What I would do for your rare wisdom and foresight. 

I sure would sleep much better through the night.