For Grandma

 

Your skin is white and cold

I stare down at you, so peaceful in your coffin

I watch you slumber while I weep

Knowing you are lost to me forever.

 

I stare down at you, so peaceful in your coffin

I miss the flutter of your eyelashes

Knowing you are lost to me forever

I sit and grieve a life taken.

 

I miss the flutter of your eyelashes

The room grows colder, colder still

I sit and grieve a life taken

Walking hand-in-hand with ghosts.

 

The room grows colder, colder still

Your skin is white and cold

Walking hand-in-hand with ghosts

I watch you slumber while I weep.

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