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.