It was a rainy day,
when Gran passed away.
At the time I was only three,
and was at a loss what to say,
because I was too young to understand
the true meaning of passing away.

At first, I thought Gran would
come back in a day,
and that we could still play.
But as childhood faded away,
it dawned on me
that Gran had gone somewhere far away.

Luckily, missing bridges us in a special way.
I met Gran in my dream yesterday.
I cried and said, I wish you could stay.
Gran smiled and replied,
Honey, let heartache go away.
I will watch and touch you in my own way.