My Granny

Summer in the garden,

Fall playing in the leaves,

Spring planting tulips,

Winter spent decorating the tree.

Watching the birds,

Fishing in the creek.

Holding my hand,

Until the very end.

Her laugh was contagious,

Smile infectious.

Her voice sounded like home,

I sure do miss it.

All I have are memories

Of who you once were

Until my last day,

Always wanting more.