Grandma Arlene

you don't know what you have until it's gone, i wish i would have known what went wrong. oh yeah the ciggiretes. she smoked them till she was out of breath. the house always smelled of those stinking butts gosh, that scent would drive me nuts. ciggirets smoke in my hair, clothes and skin recieving subtle stares from strangers wondering where iv'e been. i wish i could have stopped him. i wish i could have stopped her.when i get older i know she'll be nothing but a blur. she's in heaven now some say where she belongs. i say it could have been stopped, her live could have been prolonged