I didn't get to see her
Even for the very last time
I was too late, I was too slow
And now she is gone
She is no more
I wish I could turn the clock
And see her more often as I could
But regrets are all I have in me
But if I can change things, I would
I should have seen the signs
I should have been more loving
I should have been more kind
Because I had no other, but her
No tears are pouring down my cheek
It's pointless
It won't bring her back to me
I can't cry enough inside
All I can do is pray for her journey
God, keep her safe
Let her be amongst the good
Forgive her sins, I pray for her
I pray for my beloved grandmother
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yes, i wrote this poem. i just woke up and i kept thinking of my grandmother and how i regret not showing her that i loved her. and i thought of Cinderella's song 'Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone' and how true it is, because i didn't appreciate her until now that she's gone, and i can't do anything about it