Gone, not Forgotten:
I am the mother, of your first great grand baby.
But now I'm consumed, by the "what if's" and "maybes",
The loss I feel is like a disease, my brains gotta have scabies,
The thoughts keep- pickin at me.
Ima spark me a blunt, cloud the whole sky,
So no one- can see me cry.
U were just living to fight,
Tryna get by,
U were done fighting to live,
Somebody tell me why,
Life's gotta be a battle, and then we die?
You were our family back bone,
Now that youre gone we can't stand,
Your heart is my home,
And I'll always love you Gram...
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Submitted by Sparky
