Poem for Grandma

I wrote a poem for my Grandma for Mother's Day.

Years

For when along
the road you've come,
you pause,
to see the race,
how it was run.

The mornings when imaginations sang
The afternoons when, interrupting
work and sun, the lightning cracked.
Then came the rain.
The evenings when all work was done.

Some goals were met.
Some riches won.
Some people left.
And not just one.

And then you stood.
Alone.
Dismayed.

But through
this turn and
that meander,
we kept,
we stayed,
we held each other.