Yesterday, a grave reminder of how true my love is,
And how I want to be for you what my grandma was his.
How lovingly she cared for him and met his every need
And never once demanded him reciprocate such deeds.
She always tried to cheer him up if he had a bad day
She gave him hugs and kisses, and knew just what to say
When the whole world was against him, and things were getting rough
She helped him hold his hung head high and helped him to be tough.
She constantly supported him, was always by his side
She his faithful follower, he her loyal guide.
She always did take care of him until she could no longer
And though it could have fall'n apart, their love only grew stronger.
So now today I write this prose and whisper, too, a prayer
That each day I can give to you the same amount of care
And learn to practice patience through these hard and trying days
And continue yet to look to God and let Him have His way.
In my heart of hearts I want to have you back right now
Yet I know I can't have that, but I sure wish I knew how...
I hope you know how much you're missed but even still above
The hope that I just stated, I hope you know you're loved!
