He stood, not seeing faces,
His eyes just viewing black,
The skirts and trousers of adults,
In mourning they were clad.
He heard their muffled whispers,
Somewhere above his head.
He sensed that they were crying
For someone who was dead.
He'd heard them mention Grandma,
He knew she wasn't there,
He thought she must be poorly
In her bed somewhere.
He wished that she could be here,
He felt so ill at ease
In a forest full of grown-ups
Stood beneath their knees.
She always had much time for him,
An ever smiling face,
He loved to lie within her arms
And feel her warm embrace.
Then he heard a quiet hush,
And turned to twinkling eyes,
She gestured for him not to speak,
And said 'It's a surprise'
There, Grandma stood before him,
And softly spoke his name,
'I couldn't go and leave you
Without seeing you again,
Remember that I'm happy
And that I love you so,
But we can't ignore natures call
When it's time for us to go.
Even though you'll miss me,
Promise you won't cry,
Be happy that I'm happy'
Then she kissed the boy goodbye.
The adults stood there in their grief,
Some stared at him awhile,
Not knowing why a boy of 6,
Wore a beaming smile.
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