Death

This morning around 4:00am my grandma passed away. I am really sad. But, pray for my dad. He's taking it pretty good. But, I think he is just hiding the pain. Well, I'll miss her. I wrote her a poem though.


Death.
Soft and slient;
moving swiftly through are lives,
without a peep.
I hope she hears me,
so far away.
May she look down apon me;
every single day,
I hope she's happy;
way up there,
were parades of joy go on and on,
while down her there is only pain and sorrow.
Oh, sweet, sweet misery,
why come now?
I bring you in with despair,
but I will always care.