I still cannot believe you're gone,
my eyes blink- blink to see
you one more time; you are not gone,
you are finally free.
But still I miss you so much
like a broken beating heart
keeps pounding-pounding- it won’t stop
forces me to restart.
My hot tears falling down my face
adds spice as I make art,
they pierce right through my unwashed skin
a rusty, metal dart.
My body buzzes like a busy bee
searching for lost honey
My mind is tired of searching too
I just want it sunny
But I must wait and yearn for more
when will that even come?
Grandma, always know you are,
The beat of my love drum.