For Grandma
And I watched as you went
As you slowly slipped from one existence
Into another
I held your hand and wished
That you had the strength to squeeze it again
That soft, gentle squeeze that screamed
"I will never stop loving you, 'till my last dying breath!"
I watched as you looked at me
Or maybe you were looking past me
Out the window
At the world you were leaving behind
But maybe you were looking at me
And thinking the same thing
I wanted to have you a little longer
But you were gone before you could even say goodbye
This poem is about:
My family