SPIDERSWEB

I came across this poem by accident; it's called 'A Parable of Immortality' by Henry Van Dyke.  Whenever I'm sad and missing my Grandma, I think of this poem and feel a little better.

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and the sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
"There she goes!"

Gone where?

Gone from my sight...  that is all.

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of destination.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at that moment
when someone at my side says,
"There she goes!"
there are other eyes watching her coming...
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout...
"Here she comes!"