Grandmas left all the things she’s lost .
It’s part of life’s on going cost .
The hardest things accepting it ,
but with some she’ll keep her grip .
My Grandmas hearings not so good,
She can’t remember things she should .
She must adjust to things she’s lost ,
She says her wires often get crossed
She forgets things everyday ,
but Grandma says that ‘s all ok .
Its hard to find the words to say
when Grandma’s thoughts are miles away .
So I’ll adjust to things she’s lost .
Like dignity and hair all tossed.
Grandmas flowers still grow in spring
She’s left her mark on everything .
Grandmas are hard to undersand .
Unril you give a helping hand .
I know my Grandma I will loose ,
But in life some things we can’t choose .
Somethings suddenly can disappear ,
I loved her once now she’s not here .

By Paul McCann