TO THE END WITH MY BEST FRIEND....

My dearest Grandma I’ve come today
To finally say what I’ve wanted to say
I don’t quite know where to start
Because this is coming straight from my heart
Born February 22, 1924 with a beautiful face
Passed August 9, 1994 to a peaceful place
August 13th I cried and grieved so long
Trying for you, to keep my heart strong
I am missing you with all my heart
I wasn’t ready for you to part
I think and dream of you everyday
Even sometimes it makes me feel grey
Sometimes I wake at night
I don’t know if it’s true…that sight
Your standing there beside my bed
Your sweet hand touching my head
It makes me feel warm, safe, and at peace
Even though you should be deceased
Your spirit will live on forever
Me forget you…I could never
Your body may already be gone
With me, your soul will always live on
I’ll come visit as much as I can
Mrs. Martha Mary Trenaman
I love you so very much
It’s my heart that you’ve touched
I don’t like saying goodbye
How about I’ll give it a try
Let’s just say so long
I’ll try and stay strong
I didn’t know what to say in the start
Because it’s coming from my heart
I know the perfect end
My dearest Grandma you’re my best friend.

Written by Lesley Gregson
Written May 13, 1995

I love you Grandma

TO THE END WITH MY BEST FRIEND....

poeticprincess

Winnipeg, Canada

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This is a piece of poetry I wrote when I was 14 years of age. On August 9th, 1994 my beautiful grandmother passed away. Martha Mary Trenaman may you rest in peace.

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