WAS IT A PROMISE TO BREAK ME?

I never got to meet my grandma. When you said I was your grandchild I thought it was your way Of expressing a love that would never fade. I imagined you would tell me stories filled with warmth That you would listen to me And understand my point of view. I believed you would offer me a shoulder to cry on, Share words of wisdom. I felt loved When you laughed even after I caused you an accident Just to comfort me. You teased me, you complimented me. But 'Grand ma' why did you choose to disown me Your very own favorite grandchild?