June/My Grandmother

Soft and frail her beauty un vails, So fragil and kind what a grandmother of mine, Her husband is gone as she struggles to move on, She talks to him every night and day letting him know she is always here to stay, Walking around through out the house hoping at times she will see her spouse, Laying in bed she begins to pray letting him know she will be home one day, To see the Lord that took him away thanking him for letting them walk day after day, Sitting in her chair wishing he was right there, To hold his hand and feel his touch, What a husband she has who she loves so much, Through life and death they walk side by side together forever with love and pride.