I miss your wrinkly hands,
And your warm embrace,
I miss the songs we sing,
And the smiles on your face,
There is a place in my heart
Where you will always be,
No one else can fill it
It's just for you and me,
And my sad heart aches till
It nearly breaks,
And I cry,
When I think of the day,
I have to say goodbye.
I wrote this about my grandmother when we were "waiting for her to pass."
