My heart weeps blood red tears Before me I see all my fears Yesterday you’re happy cheerful with glee Today you’re gone a casket before me They sing a song of a sleeping queen They sing a song because you’re free
Time flies by and I still weep I miss you but thou shall sleep We visit thee as much as we can But not seeing your face I can hardly stand I know you’re up there as free as can be But I need you down here to speak to me I need you please my loving queen An angel that walks without her wings You have heard what I have to say Just visit me and make my day
A poem I wrote after the passing of my grandmother. She was the light of my life and I miss her dearly. R.I.P Pat Nance