Hands so soft, Eyes so bright.
Staying by you, what a night.
The weeks were rough, I'm feeling strange.
Something's coming, I can't explain.
We don't talk, I let you rest.
I'm finding out, it's for the best.
I can't let go, holding tight,
It's hard to think, you'll be alright.
Up and down on this emotional dive,
It's hard to accept, you're not alive.
So many questions, left in my heart,
So many tears, Where do I start?
Give me comfort, give me love.
Send me strength, down from above.
Send me signs, in plain sight,
To let me know you're alright.
I Love You, Grandma
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Your Grandma would be proud of you for writing such a heartfelt, tender poem. - chuck (p.s double word,2nd stanza: let let)