January 2009

Dear Grandma,
Can you hear me up there?
What's Heaven like?
Can you see me clear?

You shouldn't be gone yet.
We all miss you so.
I know you were tired,
But why must you go?

Your wake is tomorrow,
Your friends will be there.
It's funny how when things like this happen,
Everyone seems to care.

I wish I'd seen you more,
That's my fault, not yours.
I wish when I was there,
I hadn't seemed to bored.

I know you loved us all,
You expressed it in so many ways.
I wish I could say it back,
Right now to your face.

I want to hug you tight,
And never let you go.
There's so much I regret,
And I'll never let it go.


R.I.P January 21, 1943 - January 16, 2009