I wonder if you'd tell me to keep writing,
to never let my words die, even if my hopes sometimes do.
I wonder if you'd smack my arm and tell me to talk to GOD more than I do.
I wonder if you listen when I pray,
if you're the one watching my footsteps, pushing me through when I feel tired.
I wonder if you'd still tell me to shut my mouth when i'm being sassy.
If you'd still shake your head to the company I keep.
Grandma, I wish there's a visiting hours in heaven.
I'll tell you one last time how much I love you.
