Grandma, when I think of you,
My mind becomes all anew.
Fresh thoughts of you go in my head;
How much I wish you were not dead.
I remember the times we stayed up late;
Those sandwiches you made were really great.
Grandma, every time I think of you,
I remember the days and what we used to do.
I wish you were here with me until now.
God will help me get through this somehow.
I loved you then, and I love you even more now.
The times we had together I will always adore.
Grandma, every time I think of you,
I remember how much I miss you,
and what we used to do.
I love you now, as I loved you then,
In my heart you will always be here
To guide me as you've always been.
By Zachery Makowsky
Death never gets easier, but writing about it this way helps. This is a lovely tribute to your Grandmother, and, as a grandmother myself, I can really appreciate it! Good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Zak: the picture portrayed in this piece clearly rings the lossand yet.... the under lying tones of admoration..well ritin'...G