Granma

My grannma,
she died when i was 4,
i dont think i have spoken bout her befour
noone really knows
how i felt,
i remember she had daiseys out the frount of her door
water 2 old tanks on her frount garden
an old oak tree i use to climb,
her smell,
her touch,
feels like i will never lose it
i remember her feelings
she had me to say
its going to be okay granma dont worry,
she loved saying that "what ever happens it will be better"
i no what she would be doing,
if she weere here 2day,
sitten in her old bed
watching to Days of our lives,
me in her arms,
sleeping so tight,
she was my light,
the one that could make eveything right,
i no i may sound so corny,
but i no i will love her,
allways,
i wil remember her smile,
her big flower bed,
and eveything she gave,

i have a picture above my bed,
that reminds me to think about her,
she had it above her bed whie she was away,
i never will forget,
the day she died,