Just when the cloudy sky was clearing

And the flowers were blooming.

Grandma flew away to her open gates of heaven.

Then.

Summer sizzled, people I knew went on vacation.

I knew nothing but my routine for hospital visits.

I grew angry and angrier at all the doctors who repeatedly voiced,

“He won’t make it. There’s nothing else to do.”

On Oct 1st the leaves were already fallin’

The sky was grey for all that rain that fell the night before.

Holding his hand for many hours, listening to all the hits he played on our car trips to see grandma.

I said goodbye to my father..

There were many nights I could not comfort my broken heart,

So I stayed in bed as the sun rose and fell once again.

Still mending it,

As the year has come to an end.