Well Grandma,
she was my last,
the one that I thought
that I could count on,
just like you.
The one that I could
share with, my happiness,
just like you.
The one to ease
my pains and sorrows,
just like you.
The one who would listen,
and care, and help me,
when I ask her too,
just like you.
The one I could lean on,
and trust with my all,
just like you.
You were always there for me,
before you had to go,
So now I stand alone
in this rain, falling hard,
from high in sky,
and can only wonder
why
she had to give her love away.
She can’t tell me,
so I’ll have to
take this why
to my grave.
