Spelling Out Life... with Sands of Time

I had a poem written for literature class this week. It was supposed to be for Ipu Beridang, my great grandma who left us last November. But little that I know, her first daughter, Kerato Daring, aka my own grandma, left us last night at 11pm. It was shocking and I thought I could see her again alive on Saturday. I had it all planned out but I was wrong. I love you, Ipu.

Here goes:

Sands of time falls in arrear

Petals dance in tears

No sight of heaven here

nor the heart is a crown.

wait, I can hear the sand finally ceases now

rest for awhile,

I'll catch on. Don't you worry.

For the sun rises and falls,

and there's grace that calls.