Cynthia Jones Poet Rhyme

My Grandma

She and I had a special bond
one I will never forget,
I remember when I was younger
I was her little pet.

She loved me with her heart
I was spoiled by her and grandpa,
I stayed up late at nights
I enjoyed watching heehaw.

I used to hold her hand
while walking down the street,
she said hello to her friends
a lot of them, I did meet.

Those days are all gone
all I have is the memories,
she passed on a Summer day
her love passes in the breeze.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.28/2015

My grandmother passed on a warm Summer day on July.31/2014. This is the first time I sat down and wrote a poem after her passing. I didn't even get the chance to grieve for her.

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