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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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