By Jane Rain
Date: 2009 Sep 08
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How can it be
That my Grandma's destiny
Is in that urn delivered today?
How can it be
That the time draws nearer
To my last "Goodbye"?
My last "I love you"?
My last Grandma.

She is an amazing woman
So strong and loving;
There for me every day.
We knew before she told us,
We saw her tremble and shake.
Grandma was too proud,
We were too scared.

"Memories are beautiful pictures",
Grandma told me.
My memories are jumbled;
A little then of having her health,
A little now of her constantly in bed.
Even so, Grandma remains;
Strong and loving.
As she will - now and forever more.