Close your eyes to see,
A room filled of skunks and Mickey,
Oreo Cookies hidden in a box,
In the drawer right by her socks.
Her feet covered with socks she knit,
On the edge of her bed she would sit,
Waiting for someone to walk down the hall,
Then as you pass you hear her call.
She needs a Pepsi or a light,
Then came that horrible night,
We got the call "Grandma's not doing well",
If she will make it is hard to tell.
We rushed to the hospital not knowing,
If she was staying or going,
That night we didn't say goodbye,
Goodbye would just make us cry,
Instead we said goodnight,
Which seemed so right,
When she closed her eyes to go to bed,
Rather than open they stayed shut instead,
She slept through the next day,
But don't worry she is ok,
No longer does she feel any pain,
Where she is it never rains,
Someday we will meet again,
So Goodnight until then.
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