My friend lost her Grandmother in March so i wrote her a poem.
Four Seasons in a year my friend,
Each one is not the same.
In Winter it is freezing cold,
But in spring, it brings the rain.
Spring depicts the hope,
From what summer will bring our way.
But even with this though,
Im still sad from day to day.
As i sit against my window,
It hasnt been that long.
From when the flowers had opened up,
And since the day you'd gone.
The trees outside they whisper things,
Memories from the heart.
And even though your not here with me,
We're never far apart.
Like a leaf in the Autumn you have fallen,
But your life lives on through me.
I'll make you proud some day some how,
With what i turn out to be.
Four seasons in a year my friend,
Each one is not the same.
In Winter it is freezing cold,
But Spring will ALWAYS bring the rain.
Georgina Sweeney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-seasons-death/
