• If only I had treated her better.

    My grandmother, her shining smile and golden ways,

    Never ever afraid, and how she soothed me

    Chasing away all the demons that plauge my dreams,

    The little devils that entice my screams,

    I miss her now,

    Only a year and a half it has been.

    I've yet to mourn, yet to greive.

    Almost as if I truly can't conceive

    the fact that she is truly gone.

    If only...

    If only...

    If only...

    But she will still be gone, and I will still hurt inside

    But yet no tears have I cried...