A Poem For Grandma<o:p></o:p>
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Some days I still feel lost, like the peace I found was not real.
Just another dream inside my head, that only I can feel.
Looking around me, I am not sure what I see,
One day will I become what I am supposed to be?<o:p></o:p>
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I know you are someplace great, and have found your peace.
But I still long to hear your voice, hold your hand, and my pain you will ease.
Like those times of yesterday when you were by side, a smile in my day.
And it's like a missing peice now, a line in a play someone forgot to say.<o:p></o:p>
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Days like this I feel such longing for you, a great friend I lost.
Losing the center point of my family seems too great a cost.
So jealous God must have been, that he took you away,
Knowing you were such a great woman, and we would all be with you again one day.<o:p></o:p>
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I hope you can see me, and that you are near.
If only I knew that at my most lost times you might feel my fear.
I have not yet a day go by that you are not in my thoughts and daydreams.
How could I stop, you are such a part of me....<o:p></o:p>
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I used to count on you when I felt like I do today,
You would always make sense of things at the end of the day.
You never took sides, just guided me to where I needed to be.
My gaurdian angel and my grandmother, you were both to me. <o:p></o:p>
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I think what I miss most, is just holding your hand in mine.
A peacefullness I was afraid I never again will find.
But on days like today, when I am lost and looking for you,
I close my eyes, and imagine you near,
And sometimes, just sometimes, I can even feel your hand, too. <o:p></o:p>
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~Amber