Tonight I needed my dear sweet Grandma, An older woman now… still crying for her Nana. It struck me strange—I’m not sure why, Because I’m a Grammy now… I won’t deny. And I believe someday mine will too, Feel this ache the way I do. Maybe they’ll write a song one night, About how they cried when I left their sight. I swear I felt her—soft and warm, Holding me through this quiet storm, Her squishy hugs, her gentle way, Like she never truly went away. Oh how I needed my sweet Grammy, As I sat alone in red plaid jammies. A little embarrassed for tears that show… Though why, I’m not sure I even know. Maybe it’s simple. Maybe it’s true. She was the one who loved me through.
