Grandmother, Don't Go Yet

My dear grandmother, you may already know this
But I have much appreciatation 
For the necessary and tough actions
You have taken to make me bliss.

You are aging and weakening,
Now I feel the warm and hot tears 
pour down as they are glistening 
my face as I experience great fear.

I fear when it is time for you to go, 
I will fall into a deep woe.
When you go, I will have numerous regrets
And will not be able to move on; yet
I must go on with life.
Though I must continue I will have internal fife.
My small confessions is a helpless plea
for you to drink the tea
that will rejuvinate your mind, soul, and body. 

Must you leave now?
How many more years are you allowed?
I do no want to feel stress
yet I feel hopelessly distressed.

Wait, now.
This is our final good-bye yes?
I need and want to say, "I love you grandmother
and I want you to know without a doubt in your mind
that I love you with very ounce of my heart. Fairwell."
Will that alleviate my pain?
Or do I have only more anguish to gain?
Maybe, a good nights rest will resolve this.
Nope, I feel furhter into the dark pit.
My mental stability and rationality have taken a hit.
I have gone insane.
What is this never-ending pain?
What must I do to spend one more minute?
My sorrow is absolute.
I see the white light blinding me.
I hear a banshee.

I wake up to see my grandmother in the hospital bed.
Was this all a nightmare?
Wait, a banshee.....
A warning of death!
I still have time to spend with her.
Thus I reach towards her and spill out everything.
No regrets now, only slight sorrow.
Regardless of what happens, I must continute on till tomorrow.
No giving in to pain.
Giving in results in no gain.
Pain must be numbed.
Thus, I am no longer bummed.