When I think back of all the years;
I never forget the long dreadful tears.
It never really occurred to me,
That this was just a memory.
I think of all the fun we had,
Then it turned out really bad.
I was standing by your side,
When I knew you had died.
When I tried to hold your hand,
It felt like cold winter sand.
When I looked at your face,
It was pale like white lace.
I didn't think I cared so much,
When I knew I couldn't touch.
When I fall down to my knees,
I will think of all the memories.
I love and miss you Grandma.
Written By: Neva Schocke
Published in the book:
Treasured Poems of America; Summer 1998
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