As I go to visit my sick Grandma
I see she's looking tired.
Then I start to think of the woman
I once so admired.
The memories start to flow
Of the things we used to do,
How she always made me feel better
Whenever I was blue.
On her good days she can move a little
And even knows our names,
But no more casino trips
Or playing any card games.
No more calling her on the phone
Or drinking her special iced tea.
It's so hard to see her like this
For she means so much to me.
All I can do now
Is let her know I care
And make her smile
Just by combing her hair.
I hug her and kiss her and love her so much.
I will forever miss her loving touch.
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