I couldn't help but cry
even after I promised to be strong
After the funneral I found a quite place
and I talk to the wind for hours
I knew you could hear me
and others were listening in too
like Aunt Rose from kentucky
and Grandpa Joe from the battle fields of WWII
I'm sure you heard the tremble in my voice
As I said my last goodbyes
On my way back to the car
I dropped a yellow lily on your grave
you said they reminded you of sunshine
On the ride home I held my tears
so not to upset the rest
But quitely I whispered
"your in a better place
So rest is peace, Grandma May"
