Grandmother
Death comes suddenly.
No matter how much we expect it,
It's always unexpected.
All I can do is give you my sympathy,
And share in your sorrow.
I can't shed a tear.
As awful as it sounds,
I can't say I ever held you dear.
I can only say I never truly knew you.
I only knew those few passing moments of kindness.
You've passed on; In God's hands you now lay.
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