Touching Your Hand for The Last Time

Touching your hand for the last time,
Felt colder then it was three years ago,
Moving away from you felt like it caused you death,
But the message is clear like daylight,
Your sickness was a ticking time bomb,

You seemed so alive when we weren’t apart,
Your negitive feedback only ment to go,
How I wish you were here Gramma,
To see how I blossmed like a flower,
Into a changed person with a open mind

Protecting and containg me made me stable,
Watching you sleep with morphine
Made me completely unstable and numb,
But regrets of showing you how I changed.

How I changed from a closed minded grandson,
But open like a book unwritten,
Now your watching me like a spirit in the sky,
You can watch me grow and show success,
Intill my final change of death.