By Lysmay on 08/25/2009
What to say is of little importance,
For our time now is short,
I sit here, with your hand in mine,
Wishing to just stop time,
Your breaths grow thin.
This is the last place you’ll be,
The last thing you’ll see,
I want you to know, I’ll never forget.
The things I never said, I’ll never regret,
For you know them all.
In your heart they are true,
You are my hero I’d do anything for you,
My dear great grandma, I love you so dear,
But our paths must part here,
Though I’ll see you again,
In a place much better than this,
These times that we will never miss.
You my hero now laid to rest,
Ever were you a fighter even at your best.
Feistier than anyone could be,
Still you were the world to me,
I may not have said it in words so dear,
But now at your grave I leave them here.
Here, with a note wrapped in a bow,
I want you to know all the love I can bestow.
I cannot even begin to describe,
Every feeling I have inside.
Never did you think you’d live so long,
I knew you’d leave somewhere along,
Still it does not ease this pain inside.
I have never looked to anyone as you,
You taught me how to live, that much is true,
Never did you lose your faith along the way,
I wish I always had faith enough to pray.
You wonderful woman,
You soldier for God,
We let you rest,
I know this is a more personal poem but I needed to write it out.
This is for my Great Grandma Moses. She died at age 91.
© By Lysmay On 8/25/2009 2:03:14 AM