Butterfly

I wrote a poem as a tribute to my grandmother last year. It was three years ago this week that she passed away. So in memory of her, I am going to show you the poem that sixteen year old me wrote. Sorry I haven't written in a while. Life's been crazy. I'm gonna write quite a bit in the near future. Enjoy.

Butterflies were your favorite thing.

When I see them I can hear your voice ring.

Today I saw a butterfly.

Today I nearly broke down to cry.

Because two years ago today you died.

I got through today because I tried.

You left before I turned fifteen,

And in two days I turn seventeen.

Two years ago, you had to leave, to be with he in who I believe.

I wish I could tell you about my trip.

I wish you could give me one last baking tip.

I'll have you in my heart forever more.

I miss you Grandma, Andrea Schille Ward.