Grandma
God needed one more to fill the empty space,
he looked around the hospital and saw your sweet face,
when you stopped breathing,
we knew you were gone,
you went so peacefully,
so we knew you chose the right home,
we knew your skies weren't so blue,
and the roads were getting too tough for you,
but you fought that fight,
and you did the best you could do,
the best part was you didn't die alone,
the day God sent you home.
My Grandpa
When my sister, Paula and I were younger,
Grandpa was who we fought over.
By us, he would get tickled,
as we all laughed and giggled.
I even tried to scare him by shouting, BOO!
I'd ask him, Grandpa, how old are you?
100 years old. he'd smile and say.
He would take us out to restaurants and buffets.
There was desserts galore
and even though we were full, we'd ask for more.
He took us to the movies,
and let us pick our goodies.
After the movies, we would go to the store,
having our arms full when we'd walk out the door.
Although he's no longer here,
in my heart, I love him dear.