Grandma, Poetry by Emily Sneed

 
Genre: Family, Funeral, Death
 
One more year, one more day,
I wish I had one more chance to tell her the things I couldn’t say.
All the memories, all the laughs,
Now your life is remembered with photographs.
Only the good die young but he took you too soon,
I want one more night of us talking under the moon.
I know you’re in a better place,
I just wish it wasn’t this way.
 

 

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