Crisis
It hurts so bad when someone dies,
It touches my heart when someone cries:
It takes a long time for me to heal,
Exploring my emotions and how I feel:
I miss her so bad, I start to weep,
If I don't let it out, then it's very deep:
She lays to rest 900 miles from me,
God is the one who sets us free:
I love my grandma so very much,
I want to give her my loving touch:
She is my favorite one,
She believed in God's Son:
God heals me each day,
I go to Him and pray.
© Kathy Mary Gillet
© 2005 All Rights Reserved
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