Grandmother White......
(apologies for the upside down pic)
Above my house, so high and light.
You hover slow, an amazing sight.
In every country, I see you there.
As I look up, and cannot help but stare.
You are many shapes, that I recognise.
From a smiling face, to a ships sinking demise.
An alien vessel, or a mountain side,
A barking dog or fun carousel ride.
I saw you swallow, a passenger plane.
But release it with, nothing more to gain.
To me you are, a most beautiful sight.
That I miss so much, during the fall of light.
We see you when, your not best pleased.
From white to black, you turn with anger seized.
You wrap our world, with a white soft glove.
And keep us safe, from nothing good above.....
Swimming around our globe so high,
You are to me, the whales of my sky.
As I leave this world, and begin my climb.
I hope you join me grandmother, with your hand in mine.