Grandma

Your in the hospital for days at a time,
Wondering if you're all right is on my mind,
Wondering how many days this will take to pass over,
When you're gone the days get slower,
The days feel so slow, it's as if time stands still,
to get out of bed, going against my will,
to see you some and need a machine to breathe,
And getting out of bed is not ease,
Every things changed, Every things wrong,
Every things different now that you're gone,
We will never forget you, and we never mean to,
And don't ever forget, We will always and forever love you!

*In Loving Memory of Marianne Mowery September 7, 1949 - September 5, 2005