My Grandmother

She is so tired yet, cannot find sleep The watery eyes make me want to weep She is more fragile than a newborn child Just waiting in silence, so meek and so mild Holding my hand to give her more ease Asking for help with such silent pleas She is so weak and afraid to be alone Wanting to live in her own little home One day she'll find the sleep she so needs There'll be no more pain for she'll be at peace In God's home she will preside In His Faith she will have died Looking down upon us with watchful eyes When it rains, they'll be tears from her eyes When it is warm I will think of her touch From the blankets she covered me 'cause she loved me so much I will never forget this dear love of mine And, I know someday she'll be all well and fine She will be able to walk among the trees And all the beautiful things her eyes will see No more darkness will she bear Because she'll be with Him on the Golden Stair.