The Writer

Oh, grandmother, you raised me from just a little lad, You were the best grandmother I ever had, You gave me hope and you help me along the way, you made my bad days good oh how I hoped you had stayed. But it was time for you to go I know because with your last breath you said so, You’re with God now and keeping my brother's company when its time for me I hope I’ll be ready, Both of you are now free, and sometimes I feel sad but yet I am happy, You are with God your mummy and pappy. I have grown up and in my head, I’m still hearing, "put God in everything you do". Is what you were always saying.  

My mind is filled with so many things, I keep them in control under a locked call memory I look over sweet memories, I look over meaningful ways I look over concepts on some quiet days I am always in control when I let out my mind's memory strolls  

Leaves of beautiful colors are all displayed, as you see them blowing all around on the ground and flying with the wind high in the air. A natural painting of color scenery, all decked on tress and on the ground of earth for all to see. Look at the ground as some constantly fall down carpeting it with pretty leaves of wear, as the leaves fall off of trees to get ready for winter that will be soon here. Oh! What a pretty sight with the leaves of color, red-orange-coral-green-brown, and some so pretty in yellow. It is just a magnificent view to see, as fall comes around, and leaves just break away from their branches and fall from each tree. I am falling for fall, the beautiful display of nature that enters all around like sweet music coming from a great big hall It's a beautiful and wonderful way that it displays itself in everyone's eyes and walkway.