It was a beautiful morning and I was happy
Until the phone rang and I picked up
And was told that your life was now over.
I still remember the seashells and 3-year-old cake
I still remember how wistfully you recalled
1935 when the Greatest Generation was young.
I also remember the way your home felt
The day of your funeral after church service.
The red roses on your porch were wilted.
Our last conversation you shook my hand
And said how I made you think of your granddaughter
Whose name was Emily, just like mine.
Your soul walked to heaven on a beautiful morning
Alone and scared and pained in a hospital room
Surrounded by unfamiliar faces who said they knew you.
Death comes to all but it still feels unnatural.
I still miss you Grandma
And I don't think I ever will stop.