Oh Grandmother

 Oh GrandmotherWhat has become of where you lived?Your cottage now split into two separate homes.Modernized-non recognizable to the placeOf refuge I once found it.The orchard gone with only the memoryOf my youth there prolonging its existence.The outdoor toilet we named Rosslare,A long journey as a child within the stone wallsProlific with toadflax and other clinging survivors of plant life,Now all gone, no longer needed.The gap between outdoors and indoors widenedIn our mechanical, modernized age.Connections lost.   My minds eye sees your snowy hair and hears your soft voice,You remain alive within meYour brave spirit and soft soul shaped my life by your presenceAnd even now by the spirit of that presenceGone, Grandmother but not forgotten.