Grandma

by Lori   Jan 5, 2005


The impact of you death hit me like a ton of bricks
Wondering why it had to be you
Wishing you will come back
You were too young to die please don\'t go come back
Is all I can think in my mind as I see them lowering you into your grave
People try to comfort me I jerk myself away from them
I don\'t want your pity all I want is for you to come back
I want to see your smile and to hear your laugh once more
And all I want to say is I love you Grandma once more

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