Naomi

I'd give you my words
If I could, they'd be yours
For you'd use them much better than me
To tell of your days
And of simpler ways
And all of your sweet memories
I feel you know more
Than I could ever hope for
So I sigh when they talk of your end
Before our good Lord you'll stand
I'll not just loose your hand
I'll also be loosing a friend

~To Grandma