The 20th Of June 2016 Poem by Thomas Henk

Daddy got a call on his phone,
And my birthday morning wasn't so sweet.
A beautiful garden now stands alone,
Missing the one who nurtured it.

With a pathetic face, he looked me in the eyes.
Like he Forgot the man in him, he started to weep
I started to wish that it was all lies
As words of the news fell from his lips

A woman of extreme strength,
Courage and love,
Whose beautiful life was spent;
As gentle and free as a dove.

If I could write a story,
It would be the greatest ever told
Of a kind and loving grandma
Who could turn stone to Gold.