Grandma.. Poem by Miranda Stoltz

I didn't know you much when i was younger.
But i always had that hunger.
They said that you weren't all there.
That your head was mostly filled with air.
Though every night for you, i still said a little prayer.

We all loved you.
We all cared.
Even if you didn't want us to be there.

You ran away, countless times.
And i've just about run out of ryhmes.
You had a good head, for about 2 years.
In which that time, this cancer appears.

We were there for you through it all.
Until one day we stoped getting the calls.
You disappeared.
Left us with nothing but fear.

Though one morning a hospital calls.
It felt as if there were no walls.
Your cancer is back.
I felt like i had been smacked.

I just wanna wake up from this dream.
I wanna run around and scream.
You have 3 days left in your life.
The doctor had basically stabbed me with a knife.

Grandma im not mad you weren't there.
But sometimes i wonder if you even care.
Or if maybe you wanted to be there.

Through the tears i've shed.
And the blood you've bled.
I just wanna pick you up out of that hospital bed, and hold you tight.
Just like everythings going to be alright.

After your gone i'll still remember you.
Though losing someone changes you.
You turn into a person with a different view.

I'm surprised you held on as long as you did.
But after all im just a kid.
One who i though you were trying to rid.

To close this up, im going to say.
Don't let your family stray.
For sometime soon.
Maybe one afternoon.
A loved one won't be there.
You'll be left alone, feeling as if theres no air.