As she ascends up into the dazzling white light
I cant help but feel a tug on my heart.
I will never be able to see my grandmother again,
never be able to hear her sweet saprano voice
raise and fall with the beat of the jellicle's.
She was the one who inspired my voice,
the one who showed me the truth.
How am i to continue without her guiding?
I itch to reach into the light and pull her back.
Back to me....
back to be grandma...
back to be Grizabella
my glamour cat