I Cry Poem by christopher mcdonald

dedicated to my grandmother

were gona take a little trip down my memorie lane ,
of days and family that have passed on by,
no fear,
gota steer,
get my life in gear,
as i now cry for the night my grandma died,
i lied,
and held everything in ,
like it was a sin,
all i did was grin,

now i bid farewell,
as my eyes start to swell,
and all i want to do is yell,
as loud as a bell,

as her life flashes before my eyes,
oh what a surprise,
as i look into her eyes,
while waiting for the sun to rise,