#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
her silver hair and dancing eyes.
Grandma made the best apple pies.
She comforted me different than mom.
Grandma would listen and correspond.
cleverly planting unforgettable memories.
Helping me forget about my enemies.
How can I move on knowing she will be forever gone?
Whenever my life fell apart her love alone fixed my broken heart.
She is my saving grace. I will be completely lost without your face
Where ever you are now grandma let me know your ok somehow.
© chrystal diehl