I was thinking today about you,
And the day before you died,
We talked about the weather, to scared
To tell you that I had cried.
We talked about what we had done,
And what we had yet to do,
And yet we knew both very well
That time had come for you.
I sat upon the end of your bed, Nan,
Whilst you and mum were speaking,
You never knew of what went through my head
And how much my heart was weeping.
I don\'t remember a word of it,
Four years ago today,
Never thought about it really,
It seemed like it was yesterday.
You both sat and talked for ages,
I never believed you would die, ever,
Something my mind could not deal with,
You were going to die, never.
I remember feeling so alone,
I wanted to tell you some things,
But god took you before I could,
And on your back he gave you wings.
So now I finish my poem
Remembering as it was,I sigh,
And once again I realize, I never had a chance to say....goodbye.
(When I had my old account this was a big hit although written last year its still a fresh topic with me and i think it deserves to be posted one last time) Thank you for reading it
