Care
As a tear slips from my eye,
I think,
"Why did she have to die?"
"Was it meant to be?"
"Why didn't I see?"
There is one challenge in life.
A challenge against death.
It proves our love
That it comes from above.
She always cared,
She was always there...
And in my dreams
She'll always sing.
I'll never let it go,
And I'll always let it show...
Now is when you
will regret the things you didn't do.
All those things you didn't say...
Will the memory ever fade?
As I sit,
A pen in my hand,
I realize that life is grand.
Enjoy it as it comes,
Be nice to those you love,
And remember that
It's okay to cry
When someone you love dies.
Dedicated to my Grandmother
1992
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