I thought she was taken before her time
I thought it was unfair that she was taken from me
I thought it was wrong to have her taken from me so soon
I thought…
I simply thought it was wrong
I thought I was going to die when I found out that she had
I thought I would never be the same again
I thought I would be lost forever
I think that she was taken before her time but now she isn’t hurting
I think that it is unfair that she was taken from me but I know that it was for the best
I think that it was wrong that she was taken from me but I know that it had to be done
After many months of thinking and crying
I think that I am going to live
I think that I will never be the same
But I don’t think that I am lost, at least not anymore
I know that I will be okay
I know that I will see you again
And above all I know that you will always be with me
This poem is for my grandmother, Betty, who passed away Jan. 15, 1999 of lung cancer. Friday is the anniversary of her passing and I wrote this in her memory.