For Grandma

Mon, 05/23/2016 - 17:32 -- tgomez

And I watched as you went

As you slowly slipped from one existence 

Into another 

I held your hand and wished 

That you had the strength to squeeze it again

That soft, gentle squeeze that screamed

"I will never stop loving you, 'till my last dying breath!"

I watched as you looked at me

Or maybe you were looking past me

Out the window

At the world you were leaving behind 

But maybe you were looking at me

And thinking the same thing

I wanted to have you a little longer 

But you were gone before you could even say goodbye 

This poem is about: 
My family


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