Grandma, I’m sorry, I couldn’t spend more time with you before you had to go
You were always there for me
You helped me figure out who I want to be
Grandma, you’re trying to tell me something I know.
Doctor comes in, says you have more time so to a new hospital room you will move
It is no ones fault this is happening, I know it is just the cancer
But it’s too late now, we don’t have answer
You fall asleep, I’m left thinking of the person you made me, that of which you wouldn’t disapprove.
Kid, I know that was hard
Later on you will be thanking yourself you talked to her
I’m crying so hard, nothings working, not even my vocal cord
Look around, this is everyone she worked so hard for
You have to go too, doctor doesn’t want anymore people in the room, it’s hard to let down my guard
I wish she had more time, that, I think, everyone would prefer
Inspired by “On a Night of Snow” by Elizabeth Coatsworth