The world is a place,
Of weak and dead people.
Will you be the one to listen,
And avoid the brooding courts.
Write pages of loud advice
in the books in the libraries.
The world is gray and black
Colorless and life less.

This love of ours
It has been broken and
shattered like glass,
By a natural part of life.
Although I wish to see you time
and time again I can’t.
I do not wish to be hurting but I am on the inside
like a little girl hurt from the death of her puppy!
I am screaming for you yet
nothing comes out not even a whisper.  
Like a hole in my heart that he put there.
I never got to say goodbye.
Before he took you away
in his hands of death.
I feel as if I am an Israelite on the day
of the crucifixion.  
Why did he take you away?
I am screaming for you yet nothing
comes out not even a whisper.
I think of you night and day.
I want to see you but I can’t.
Can you see me?
I cry myself to sleep,
every night at the thought
of you being gone.
I don’t cry in front of people
Because we are told to be strong for
those around us!
But the truth is I’m NOT.
I love you more than any words,
lyrics or even poems can say.
I hope to see you again someday.
But till then
I see you in the stars and in my dreams.
You aren’t here with me
but I will always Love You Grandma to
the Moon and back.

Hear the old green windmill
shimmer and shake in the crisp
of the summer breeze.
See the old willow dancing in the wind.
And the creek of the old swing swing.
I see the world in ways others can’t.
The smell of fresh cut grass still
hanging in the air.
The sweet smell of a single
dew drop left behind.
I hear and see these thing but do you
hear and see these things?