Gordon Swaby

That Poem of Death…Death of his Grandmother.

My good friend’s grandmother is in her last days, he wrote a poem about it and i thought it was…well it was good, i asked his permission to repost it, he  accepted. He lovingly titled it “Death”, but i think it’s a crappy title, but whatever floats his boat, here:

 I still remember the night my grandmother died. The air was saturated with melancholy as I tried to get her in bed rather than having her sit and stare in thin air.

I have always thought of her as a GRAND-MOTHER, grand she was indeed, a matriarch. A mother, because she always was. Dressing wounds, cuts, scrapes and “boo-boos”

Despite the non existence of formal education, she still managed, because she was, strong, strong at heart, mind and body, but slowly her body breaks unrepairable, her heart longs for endurance though breaking is inevitable and her mind becomes property of senescence.

She is indeed dead, dead to the world and all its inhabitance.

Compiled By: Brandon Gordon

 I hope her suffering ends soon son, best wishes.

Written by Gordon Swaby

Gordon Swaby

Founder and CEO of social learning service EduFocal.com. I’m passionate about technology, the internet and the use of technology in education. I am a recipient of Governor General’s Youth Award, the PSOJ’s 50 Under 50 Award, The commonwealth Youth Award and many others.

Lovingly made on Wednesday, April 9th, 2008 at 4:39 pm. Filed under Interesting, Jamaica/Politics, Personal, Uncategorized.

  • http://mythoughtsonstuff.com Leon

    Good poem. I suppose this is his way of dealing with her suffering.

  • Esteban Agosto Reid

    Profound! Very profound!

  • Regina Webb-Daniels

    I would say to him that i understand what he feels or close to it, because no matter who dies for us the feeling is always different.

    You may be anger at God at the moment because he has taken away someone you love, but dont look at it in such a negative light, look at it in an affirmative light. He took her from you so you could be stronger sooner.

    Its that time of the year when you might be doing exams and you need to use the strenght to do well especially if its CXC or A’Levels; because of the foundation for other stuff. You gonna cry, you gonna be feeling like you living in misery; feel like god should have taken you insteady of her (she would say the same if it was you). From the poem grandmother evidently a formidable woman and would have wanted what was best for you.

    Cry if you have to, i’m sure you have friends which you can lean on who are supportive and your family might or should be there for you. But please dont give up on your grandmother goal and vision for you: realise and actualise them, please i ask of you.

  • Leethan Grandison

    Regina, said things well, but regardless of your thoughts be unbreakable whether or not you believe in a God: because not all of us believe there is.

    The reality is your Grandmother is dead, its a painful things especially since the way you explain how you cared about her. Its going to hurt and its okay to accept that, you are going to need to go through a process. The support of friends, family, school environment…everything gonna counts here. If there is a drop in one of the area double or triple it in another.

    There is one thing that i want to leave with you: your Grandmother believed in you, she saw something in you despite you saying of a non-existence of formal education. Take a charge and change believe in you, fulfill what she wanted of you and also your goals.

    Trust me it will help you.

  • Regina Webb-Daniels

    Comment should have said in the begin: I would say to him that i CAN’T understand what he feels or close to it, because no matter who dies for us the feeling is always different.

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