~Poem Book~

The time approaches

The Time approaches

When all things end,

The Time approaches,

When my Grandma's dead.

Valentines Day, February 14th,

Normal day, February 11th,

In that range of days, my grandma suffered and it tore me to shame.

What I wish?

Is that she wasn't as gone as a dead fish.

The Time Approaches, When Everything ends,

But this time wasn't wrong,

I want her back alive and strong,

The greatest woman she could have been,

Many years of life, gone,

Gone like the wind,

Floating away from my heart of sins.

Love me, hug me, cuddle me,

I want you back 

To keep me on track

Trust me,

I could keep you safe,

But your dust has blown like the petals in the wind.

May these dust ashes burn away my sins, thy light shine upon,

Every day, I look at that box, with your name and time of birth and death.

The worst time to die, is on the day you celebrate love. That was a terrible, terrible, day of love,

The Time Approaches when Everyones gone,

Grandma's doom and love's bloom.

The Time approaches when everyone's gone.

Hold me tight, cuddle me to sleep, I remember when you held me and we had a nap together.

Teach me to sew Grandma, I always cried.

Yet now, i can't hide, so I do that duty, maybe start a sewing class,

All for you, 

The best grandma ever,

Sitting and eating ice-cream inside,

Even my early days when I would hide,

I was a feisty kid, I am a feisty child,

I love you, I'm sure you see me from up above,

Look down on me and keep me safe, warn me of danger, give me my senses,

I live with my sins because I celebrate myself,

I wouldn't exist if you hadn't ever,

Grandma, Grandma, sweet and sound,

Enough with my Hoaxes,

The Time Approaches.

Sylvia Latimore |February 25th, 1933 - February 14th, 2015|