Wednesday 29 June 2011 photo 2/5
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My eye tears up,
I start to cry, As my grandmother whispers,
her final goodbye.
My mom is holding me back, stroking my head,
as my grandmother lays, on her deathbed.
I'm bawling by now, and everyone knows,
My love for my grandmother, it clearly shows.
Illness is bad.
Death is worse.
It will happen to all of us.
It's a never ending curse.
My grandmother closes her eyes, and falls into heaven,
before I can count, up to eleven.
She is gone now, And I miss her so.
Why, oh why, did she have to go?
Annons