My poetry

Grandmother

I remember the day that you died
I sat in room listen to a grown man for her mother
I remember I think how could I let this happen
What I do so wrong to make you take her from me
I mean I wrote wrong right I make every floor spotless
Trying to make you see my right for once
And I know God say the lord give and the lord take always
But I did think it would hurt this much
I don't I know I feel this destroy
Sometimes I sat and wonder if my wrongdoing cause for the sadness in your life
Did my push you away and avoid and not come to every effect your health
I know I did come see everyday when you could move but and I should be more instead  I was there when you lay there feeling hopeless to world
I remember the day they told you was die I stood in the dark alone hope you this was a dream pray that my life was dream man I didn't this cause be the die of me
I remember going to the chapel to see in a casket sat in a room just pray it wasnt you I look down and seen my worst of nightmare My dying sorrow, of you my life mirror shattered at the site of you
Is this the price I pay for my wrongdoing is this what I get for call sometimes and not stop by to come see you but your gone now but still didn't feel real I think they keep the casket open I can still see you and I can feel you I can still touch my life will be make again but when they say it was the end I stood there and watch them lock the casket my heart scream no like it was begging for you I just parlay for one more day now all I can say is I remember the day you died I wish I had the chance to say goodbye