Grandma in My Dreams

I had a dream of you last night,
of all the times we spent,
but my mind went back to the day you died,
the day you were set to rest.

You were walking through a field
with Grandpa at your side,
but then I saw Mommas face,
the day she said you died.

I thought about the lonely hall,
even though people were all around
I couldn't look at their faces,
I kept my eyes to the ground.

I cry over and over
of dreams I always dream.
Though I know it isn't true,
you die again it seems.

And though my tears didn't fall that day,
I was breaking apart inside.
And now again I am,
as I think of the day you died.

Ashley Starr Coste