My Grandmother

In my rose garden of memories,

I see you standing there,

An angel in disguise,

Who taught me how to care.

I long to hear your voice

for real – not in my dreams.

I am missing you so much these days.

How empty my world seems.

People say time heals all wounds,

that someday the pain will subside,

but Grandma, I can tell you

I think they must have lied.

The emptiness I am feeling now

is strong and I am weak.

These days go by without you,

so dreary and so bleak.

In my rose garden of memories

I know you’ll always be,

for though you’re gone from this mortal world,

in my heart you’ll always be.