I wrote this four months ago.
Just a little something to share.
She gave me this small fury Snoopy
five months ago, when my flight was waiting
'Take it' she said, telling me not to weep when she was
She wiped my tears while she didn't hers
It's so impossible to forget how she smiled
and said 'nice shirt', and who knew
it was the last shirt she saw me wearing
But does it even matter, this goodbye?
When I still love my Grandma wherever she is
When I can still hear her voice, telling me what and what not to do
Her laugh; her pain? I can see it all
I'd never know whether or not a goodbye matter
At least I know I'll weep and feel the lost again
Maybe tears are just not enough for a special one like her
dP
