Tears shattered falling from the cold dark night,
Sleep is what I call peace,
But is what i mostly feared.
The night my grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimers's and diabetes, there was no
Doubt in my mind that she was a trooper.
No words descirbed the emptiness
That had reflected upon my grandmother's death.
Spending years watching in silence as her illness spread poisoned my dreams by
Night, and pretending everything was fine
Wasa difficult task.
Joy and passion for life that many idolized
Was a form of reasurance,
I could not bear the agony within me.
Despite the despair, I placed a white
Rose on top of my treasured possesion and said goodbye for the