Dear Grandma,

Before my life
began, your light
was growing dim.
You were going to
Heaven. I wish you
didn’t have to leave
because I never got
to meet you. I miss
you so much. I wish
we could’ve read and
played together. I wish
I could’ve held your
hand while we took
a walk together…
I can’t see your bright
smile that daddy told
me about or your pretty
brown eyes. I can’t hear
your voice, either, but I
know you’re my Angel in
the skies.
Sometimes, I want to visit
Heaven just to tell you,
“I Love You.”

(These thoughts are in memory of my
mother-in-law, Diane, who passed away
in January 1991 – written from my young
daughter’s perspective, who was born
later that same year.
Of course, Diane never met our son,
either, who was born four years later.
And even though that was a long time
ago, it still breaks our hearts that she
never knew her grandchildren.) ❤

Lauren Scott ©