Grandma;

Grandma;

My my my how things change,
It all seems just out of range.

I do not know what I am going to do without you,
I do not know what my mom and others will do too.

I wish we could have kept you here with us,
Yet all of this happens and people start to fuss.

Why were you taken away with God?
Now you are up in Heaven with the rest of the pod.

Give us a sign that shows you are still here,
So that all of us will be able to stop these tears.

We all miss you and want you here with us,
So much that people are starting to cuss.

Someday we will meet in Heaven,
Who knows maybe in seven years or even eleven.

Make sure you follow us where ever we go,
So we know when to say no.

I miss you and love you,
I know you feel the same way too.

I will visit you at your grave,
I hope it will help me to become brave.

Now you may rest in peace,
As our love for you will only increase!

(I wrote this for my grandma who passed on April 1, only 2 days before my birthday. I miss her and I am thinking about her every day!)

Copyright ©2008 Heather Jo Lyons