Under the Star Studded Sky

The phone rang its usual three rings,
I thought it was a friend, telling me things.

My mother's voice sounded like she cried,
As she told me, "your grandmother died."

My heart started racing, my blood ran cold,
As I realized what exactly I'd been told.

My grandmother died, so peaceful in bed.
A golden heart with golden thread.

At the viewing I saw her, I paid my respects.
I looked at her, knew what she'd expect.

I'd grow up, raise a family tree,
Then she can look down and watch over me.

At the funeral we stood, on the grassy hill,
Watching as the time would kill.

The casket dropped slowly in the ground,
Prayers were said, all around.

I closed my eyes tightly,
And said oh so slightly,

"God, please help my grandma learn to fly high,
While I stand here under the star studded sky."