In these last few years
I’ve been holding it;
All the screams, all the tears,
The entire hidden bit.
My grandma, my dearest grandma,
Taken by a terrible disease;
You left us and my grandpa
You’ve passed and now you’re free.
Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday
Happy Mother’s Day and New Year
Everything you’ve missed all night and day.
Can’t you see this, grandma, this lonely tear?
Who will come and dry it?
Who will make me smile?
Only you with your cooking mitts
And laughing all the while.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
If only you’d know;
If only you’d see
I miss you grandma,
Come back to me. . . . . .
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