I didn't see real sorrow <br />real pain <br />I didn't see the world <br />as really in vain <br />Before my Grandmother died <br /> <br />I never saw the need for love <br />nor the God's creation <br />I never saw for real Nature's <br />beautiful information <br />to my eyes <br />Before my Gran died <br /> <br />Never understood the importance <br />of really growing up <br />Never saw the beauty of the sunrise <br />from the gorgeous mountain top <br />Before my Grandmother died <br /> <br />I actually experienced it all <br />The mountains and the dew <br />As if all of them were given to me <br />By her, in soul I knew <br />That when my Grandmother died: <br /> <br />She had given me life <br />and insight for me to keep <br />So that I can go to bed every night <br />and find my peaceful sleep <br />Cause my Gran never really died <br /> <br />And every morning I think of her <br />The one, unconditional to who I'll be <br />And I know that she every day <br />From heaven is able to see <br />That she never passed away <br /> <br />Cause she still lives in me!<br /><br />Lars Persen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandmother-never-died/
