A Poem to Grandma
A second,
A minute,
An hour,
A day,
A great deal of years,
And still;
A second,
A minute,
An hour,
A day,
And in these years,
A person like you is hard to come by,
Although, I know you watch over me,
Above in the clouds,
Always,
I miss you grandma,
And I’ll never forget the many memories we made in the short time we had together,
All the times I took care of you,
And all the times Nanny and I pushed you around in your wheelchair,
All that time, I was only a girl,
And still, I remember it like it was yesterday;
As your life ended with the memories of me, my life began with the memories of you.
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