GONE

GONE I shed a tear For every time I fear That I won’t be able to see you again But only value the time we got to spend Sometimes I think about your voice Life or death was not your choice Many say you knew before us You should know that you always had our trust Time after time I would sit and wait In hospital rooms, it began to get late Doctors would send you home Not knowing you were too weak to pick up a comb Before you passed I prayed you would awaken But in my heart I knew you were already taken Hoping you are in a better place The only thing I have left in an old black vase The ashes mean a lot but your spirit means more Lead me down a path to open the right door I will try to move on but I will never forget the moment I realized you were gone I will keep wishing that I can see You again someday Grandma B