Kimberly Ross


She slowly walked to the designed white box

As her sadness reached its peak

Looking down hesitantly

As a tear coasted down her cheek


Looking at the lifeless body

What burden her heart felt

If only this were a dream

Away the heartaches would melt


She planted her feet in the carpet

Not an inch would she take

She decided not to say goodbye

For maybe the soul would wake


A gentle hand touched her shoulder

“It is time to leave,” the voice said

But how could she leave so suddenly

There were tears left to be shed


Resisting against the pull

She caressed the pale face

“Goodbye, Grandmother, I will miss you.

You can rest in a far better place.”