In His Arms Again

Written by: Whitney Watts

As we drove down the road, I began to cry.
There were flowers surrounding parts of the ground.
All different kinds, it was a cool, cloudy day, and we had finally arrived at our 
destination.
My stomach sank as i walked onto the grass. 
When I got to his grave sight i cried, but i smiled for him.
It had been so long, but i was again in the arms, in the presence of my grandpa 
once again.