Dear Grandma,

I was close to you,

when you fell.

They said your liver

wouldn’t work anymore.

I’m sorry there’s nothing I could do.


I wear my angel earrings,

to think of you.

I practice piano even

though I hate it (but I’m learning to like it).

I won’t disappoint you.


I don’t know if you’re watching.

I sort of hope you’re not (but it’s nice to think you are).

You’d yell at me for sleeping so little.

I hope you’re okay.

I hope you hurt less.


I’ll play a solo in May,

wearing your music note scarf.

I might cry, wishing you could be there.

I know you can’t. It’s okay.

I just miss you.



Well, me.


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