Years Three

Last year I wrote a piece as a tribute to my grandmother. Today marks our third year without her. It is a bit harder on me this year because I am reaching a really big milestone without her. I'm turning 18 in a couple days. I decided to write another one. Here it is. 

"Years Three"

How long has it been, since you went with the Lord to be?
It's been a few years, exactly three.

Last poem I wrote, I was turning seventeen.
With this one, soon I'll be eighteen.

When I last saw you, I wasn't tall.
I really haven't grown much at all.

I look back on the years I had with you,
And the last three I did not have you.

Many experiences, stories, and works to tell of.
All if I could tell you I would've.

From the zoo to Joni and Friends,
I could tell you it all without ends.

With every cinnamon food I make,
I think of goods that you used to bake.

Whenever I hear a specific hymn,
Or play it at church on my violin,

Tears well in my eyes and I want to cry.
I still sometimes ask God why.

Why I had to lose you.
Why we had to say bye so soon.

I miss the days when I could hold her.
This world got a bit colder.

There is still a place I cannot go,
Because back not long ago,

I stood in that place, that hall,
When on my phone I received a call.

Hearing tears on the other end
as I rounded that one bend.

It was in that moment I knew,
That my family and I had lost you.

And yes I know I'll see you again,
It just hurts to wait till then.

It's been a few years, exactly three,
Since you went with the Lord to be free.