September 2, 2005

by fairylady   Oct 16, 2006


July... was the last time i saw your sweet face
Not saying good-bye kills me today
Filling my eyes with Tears just thinking about it
You not being here makes me cry
For the thought that not one word was said
Not even a hug or a wave good-bye
Nothing can change that now
All and can say is Please for give me
For not being the prefect Granddaughter
Watching them carry your casket
In the back of a black car with no life at all
Standing in a Cemetery with a whole
Shaped as a box where you lay
Walking away as they lower you down
To soon be covered in dirt
a head stone of the only proof where you lay....
a broken heart a shader dream....
your house where memories were made
Going through your stuff made me wish i could have held you tight
Walking in your house made me quake
Wishing i could see you now....
I can still picture your face
So full of life
So bright
Your eyes shimmered in the sun
Your wrinkles everyone tells a story
Your the best thing that I've lost
Your in my heart and always will be
I'll shed a tear every time that days comes around
I love you much and this is my good bye
Till i see you in Heaven
And see your Smile
Your my world my life
My Grandma

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  • 17 years ago

    by fairylady

    Yes it is a true story

  • 17 years ago

    by Jessica

    WOW THIS IS SOOOO GOOD. is this a true story?