our last conversation

ready she said...  
   
i  
am ready!  
   
was the three word's  
she used  
   
"for i have lived my life"  
and i have done  
all was needed to do...  
   
but why is it    
so hard grandma  
   
so hard    
to let you go  
   
"sometimes in life"  
she said  
the best things  
is the hardest to do...  
   
we exchange memories  
and ideas as  
we laugh    
   
and in those little beady eyes of her's  
her joy just fill's my heart  
   
we are here for a reason  
she said  
as she lay in that  
dusty old couch    
   
live,love and be happy    
and let the words of the lord    
be forever in your mouth....  
   
of-course  
i wasn't there yet  
but she made it very clear  
   
(grandma's voice)  
   
"clean out mi room fi mi"  
enuo boom  
far wen mi time come  
it shall be in there....  
   
i may not understand time  
and the hold it has    
on our lives  
   
but when my time comes  
i'll be ready  
and prepared    
like my grandma has....  
   
   
this poem  
is a tribute to my grandma  
Susan Amanda Hunter  
   
may you ascend with love and gratitude
for a life
well lived  
and remember,
this is never goodbye grandma....  
 so i'll see you soon.