She and I had a special bond
one I will never forget,
I remember when I was younger
I was her little pet.
She loved me with her heart
I was spoiled by her and grandpa,
I stayed up late at nights
I enjoyed watching heehaw.
I used to hold her hand
while walking down the street,
she said hello to her friends
a lot of them, I did meet.
Those days are all gone
all I have is the memories,
she passed on a Summer day
her love passes in the breeze.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.28/2015
My grandmother passed on a warm Summer day on July.31/2014. This is the first time I sat down and wrote a poem after her passing. I didn't even get the chance to grieve for her.