a blessing of mine

a blessing of mine

i’m reminded of the sundays we spend together.
back then, i didn’t know that things don’t last forever.
my grandma died; illness took over, and tears were shed.
i can still hear her crying out in pain on her bed.
why do we always have to let go of the ones we love?
i know i needn’t worry, that she’s watching from up above,
but still something inside of me evokes immense pain;
my thoughts feel infiltrated; an invasion of my train
of thought, but all is good; that’s what she would have told me.
i cherish every picture of her in which she would hold me.
an angel she was; a blessing of mine.
i may have ventured off, but i’ll come home on time.