She was the light to my sky 

She was my heaven on earth 

She was the waves to my beach 

She was the lightning to my thunder

She was the most gorgeous flower to my garden 

She was my Grandmother 

My sick stomach turned between each bump on the race home 

A tear trickled down my cheek as I fly pass another car 

Sweat swiftly dropped to the seat of the car from my firm grip on the steering wheel

Tightly turning in and out of traffic itching to get home

My head pounded with horrid thoughts 

My tongue twisted with a bitter taste 

My heart skipped beat after beat 

My mind tells me she is gone. But is she really?

As of January twenty second, twenty twenty three, the earth declared my grandmother dead

But in my heart, she will never leave my side.