Grandma's gone
No strength just weakness at least on the
Outside
Long curly brown hair with grey strands falling
Out
We took care of her until the very
End
Long flowing dresses that were soiled
Every night
Sleepless nights filled with pain
Morning's silent until it rained
Bones and skin as thin as sticks
Skinner and skinner as the clock
Ticks
No food, up chucks
No water down thrusts
No more long walks
Wheelchairs
No more smoking
Pancreatic cancer
3 daughters,2 sons
Heartbroken
9 grandchildren
Confused and scared
Blank mornings no sound
Still sheets, eyes closed
Sobs and cries all day long
She's gone
She was gone
My grandma's gone
Funeral was loud full of tears and sorrow
As I looked in the casket there she was
Her body was still so cold and glassy
Her facial expression always happy
She's in a better place
Oh what I would give to see her face
As a new day I come upon
I sit on her doorstep I just have to remember
She's gone.
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