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My Gram was full of passion She always followed her own fashion Her dark brown hair was cut short she was my one and only cohort She was the one who watched me learn to talk and of course she was the one who watched me walk A nickname she did bestow from childhood on I was her “Little gizmo” Her laugh would brighten every room and her glare meaning your impending doom She had a large collection of Salt and pepper shakers There was enough to stretch on for many acres I used to help her hunt for new pairs so of course I became the rightful heir We’d watch scary movies every night Then go fishing in the morning light One night her breath became nothing but hacks To the hospital we kept going back That day She almost died and then again another few times. Then one June I got a call My Gram’s chest gave its final fall I did not get to say goodbye nor did I get to go where she lie She took many chances, and one too many advances. As a little girl I thought- You’re my special gift, and that's what you'll always be. I never once thought that you’d be leaving me I lie here every night thinking of you Tears fall from my eyes feeling so blue Why did you leave me all alone You got your wings and off you have flown To a different place away from my love To your lighthouse in the sky above Where once in awhile when I feel low I can hear you in my ear, your voice an echo “Do not fear my young one for my time was done.” Because now I am older I am able to see life didn’t take you away from me Rather, made you an angel with wings to fly To look after me in the sky You’re the perfect one for the job I’ve wiped my tears, no longer do I sob Now I sit here and think about the days That I got to sing and dance with you in the sunny rays It’s been a few years but still sometimes I smile, and sometimes I even cry Why Gram didn’t you wait for me to say I love you and goodbye? Never will I forget her, no not I And my heartbreak will eventually mend I wish she could be at my graduation, with my cap on my head I wish I could see her smiling face Even though I know she’s in a better place And I keep her alive in my heart and my head She is my hero and that stays true I Miss My Gram, I really do... For Linda-lou Hill (Gram) “Better late than never”