A Sad Day


	A Sad Day Remembering my Grandma brings out a smile, Though she’s been gone a long long while. She listened to my stories thrilled me with her own, She was like my best friend who was already grown. She loved, she laughed and made my life fun, She was known as Big Mama to any and everyone. It’s been said by many I was the favorite of all, Looking back through the years I think it’s the right call. We were pals together the young and the old, She was much more precious than the purest of gold. You didn’t argue with this Big Mama of mine, When she stated her beliefs you just said, “that’s fine.” She showered me with love and put a twinkle in my eye, It was a very said day when I had to say goodbye. JRS © 3-30-04 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved