Your memory was muddled.
You couldn’t recognize me.
You would cry when you saw me.
Your fragile body enveloped in your chair,
And I would go home and cry, pray, and kick in the air.
My comfort was gone even though you’re still there.
I didn’t want to feel your pain,
But I did, I felt it.
So I would take a seat, hold your pale hand, and
I would pray to God you’d be my
Grandma again.
I put my faith in God,
But now you’re gone.
He wanted you home,
That I understand.
A daughter, a mother, a grandma, a wife.
You didn’t go without a fight.
I love you Grandma,
Always have, always will.
And now all I have is a few pictures,
Of you holding me, or that time
When I was stuck in a tree,
You were a great person Grandma,
I promise you,
I’ll carry on you’re memory.



Rest in Peace
Judy H.
I Miss You Grandma