GPS | Joyce M Sanders

I went to the cemetery today
to visit my grandmother’s grave,
to tell her how much I miss her,
and say thanks for all she gave.

I’d only been there once before,
so I wasn’t quite sure of the site.
It didn’t seem likely I’d find it,
but somehow I thought I just might.

I drove to a somewhat familiar spot
and grabbed a parking space,
started a needle-in-haystack search,
wandering through the place.

I remembered there was a landmark,
which is what I was trying to find,
but like so many things these days,
what it was had slipped my mind.

I walked until my feet hurt,
and finally decided no way
would I be finding my grandmother
in the cemetery this day.

Wisely, I decided to rest my feet
and start searching with my heart.
I had to be close; in all of her years,
we were never too far apart.

So I stopped, concentrated, and said,
“Grandma, tell me where you are.
I’m trying hard to find you, but I’m
not getting very far”.

I felt a pull, walked that way,
and there I found her grave.
Just as when she was living,
unfailing guidance she gave.

I smiled when I saw the landmark,
a tombstone in the shape of two hearts,
a symbol of love for a couple
who even in death would never part.

Such a landmark helping me find her,
what else should I have expected?
I’ve known since the day I was born
that heart-to-heart we were connected.

GPS—Grandma’s Perfect Signal