R.I.P Grandma Poem by Victor Rotich

It's hard to forget, that day we talked on phone,
Never knew it was gonna be the last.
Memories rang in my mind, my heart beat fast,
I still doubt you are forever gone,
Never again, to taste your food,
And to share your jokes which brightened our mood.

You were there for me,
when the world was always mean,
Quickly, you would come in with advice,
When i was in for malice.

Caring, loving and encouraging you were,
Ever happy, seeing me go for more,
Your heart was so mild,
And slowly, i was becoming your child.