Author’s Note: I wrote this poem for my Great-Grandmother a few months ago when she was very sick and was praying to die. She’s doing much better now, and I’ve never shown her the poem. I hope you guys like it. If I get some good reviews, maybe it’ll inspire me to show it to her.


You look at me and say

That you’re not going to be here someday.

You say that like summer turns to fall,

Death comes to us all.

The words you say break my heart

How will I survive after we part?

You say, “Don’t fret, my love,

For we will meet again, above.

But until we do,

Remember my words, so true.

All the memories will stay,

But I will not be here someday.

And trust me, life will go one

Even though I’ll be gone.â€