Miss

My grandmother from this life She taught me how to laugh The dreams that she inspired me A world that is only myself almost 10 years since departed It brings a tear down from my eye Lonely and afraid Cold with fear Nobody could face YOU like she could Come up to the smile and tell you what she thought It is easy to miss the beautiful things that were planted 100 years in the Garden for her Through the Depression two World Wars Rock and roll's first flirtation Kennedy is shot Vietnam and the rot The rest you know already As I said before,my fellow poets it is easy to miss The trees A clear blue sky summer showers Birds who fly