Grandmother-Ifl Contest

I watched her slip under; The influence of death laid her still. She would be gone forever, I felt the grief hit. We would no longer create delicious cookies; Sew our first project; Crochet our first scarf or blanket; Never hold each other in hugs made of 4 cold hands. Taken by time; By age; By death. It hurts me in ways I've never felt. And as I sit over her grave; Mourning the loss of a grandmother. I realize she would mourn me, The loss of her granddaughter.