My Grandma

This poem is about my grandma


I had a dream a day or two before you died
We were sitting in our chairs laughing, talking, and at times
asking why.

Then came a knock at the door
and I knew that it was your time

I begged you not to go, to stay just a "little longer"
by my side.
You simply smiled and said
"Good bye"

I followed you and that old man whom i could not see
but what i did not understand was why you could not see me.

I screamed out your name and you finally heard...
"Why! Why! Why! Can't I come!"

You know what you told me?

"HIS work for you is not yet done."