My Grandma
My grandmas light face
With blond hair and
Sparkling blue eyes
Always happy and enjoying
Her life.
I picture her with sunny skies
And no clouds
So I can see her
Perfectly above.
I remember her old rough voice
As I ask myself “Why cigarettes?”
As I think about her over and over again
I feel lost
I feel like everything just left
There’s nothing around anymore
No dinner or celebrating holidays with her.
But someday I know
She will find her way back
And never leave again.
Please
Comeback
Comeback
Comeback