To My Grandmas

I love my grandma. I wrote this to show her I understand. You don't have to worry anymore.

I know why she does those things

Shes getting old

And she feels it in her bones

She wonders how much longer she has

She doesnt like to wear black

She tries to cherish the moments

But she hates feeling broken

Her days have numbers

And shes scared to leave her lovers

She finds comfort in alcohol and beer

It helps her forget the fear

She never really went to church

But now she feels the thirst

People think she goes looking for fights

No one knows that the battles inside

She takes a couple more shots

She tries to forget her thoughts

But shes getting older

She will try to stay sober

So she can have more days

While her body decays

Even though she lost her way

She found mercy through Gods grace

Now she has faith

While looking at her grave

Author's Note

I wrote this for my grandma, please don't hate.

Reviews

[closed]

I'm sorry for your loss foremost.

Second, thank you for sharing your love for your grandmother.

You have a talent with your pen.


-a friend named ''Dream''

[Des]

Thank you! That means a lot.

[RomaJ]

Lovely poem to your grandma. I wish her peace.

[Des]

Thank you very much!