Grandma Kathy

Every time I left
I told you to be good stay out of trouble
you would smile and laugh
Your happiness lite up
The hole room
What I would do
To just hold you
your voice has left my mind
I can no longer hear it
Pictures of you cover my walls
You have been gone
two hundred eighty-nine days
and nine months
but who is counting
I am still waiting for you to visit me
in my dreams