“Cold day”
The day you stopped smiling was incredibly cold
Because that day was the day you stopped growing old.
Your curly thin blonde hair stopped growing
Your blue eyes stopped glowing.
I held your hand until the end; I put my head on your chest
And realized your heart was no longer beating.
That was the day I had to learn to live without you.
I let you go, I set you free but
I didn’t think I would cause myself so much grief.
That was the day I realized the only thing I have now
Is your memory and everything you taught me.
I love you Donna May
My Grams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem