Rose

A flower,

Smells so sweet.

Such a bright color,

Can be yellow,

Even white,

Like a light.

You yourself,

Were bright.

You were beautiful,

You shined.

Even like a diamond.

I miss you,

But who are you?

A woman?

Yes.

Are you family?

Of course.

But what is,

Your name?

I call you Grandma.

Every one else,

Calls you Rose.

I call you,

Grandma Rose.

This is about someone very special to me, My grandma rose. whom i just recently lost last year. it saddens me every day thinking about her to be honest, things have not been the same without her. holidays, even birthdays. it hurts me more because i can't remember the last time i said i love you to her. She suffered from dementia. a disease that eats the mind, but one thing i will always do, is remember her for who she was before then. i will always have that memory of her. that memory will never ever fade. i loved her then and i will love her now.