Through the Thunderstorm
The sun is blotted out by darkness,
More than Night could harness.
Illuminated by Jove's bolts,
A sign of Nature's revolt.
The rain, a chorus of heartbeats,
Attacking the windows of our carseats
The wind shrieks like a siren's call
As the tears of heaven fall
She places a pillow down
As sleep embraces me all around
With her hand she shades my eyes
From the natural horrors outside
By soothing away my tears
she gave me salvation from my fears.
This beast of nature, I fear no more
For the thunder is the beating of her core
And the rain is her lullaby for me to sleep
The wind, her gentle stroke on my cheek
Through the thunderstorm, all is quiet
And with the passing of time
and this amateur poem of rhyme
This memory lives on than any other
of my dearest, caring, immortal grandmother.
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This poem is dedicated to my grandmother, Sumintra "Baby" Gurpersaud, who died on April 11, 2011. The poem recreates the fondest and most special memory of my grandmother, whom we love and miss immensely. I would also like to thank my parents, Julie and Ifthy, and my brothers, Kieran and Farand for their constant support and love.