Eleanore

Within these walls , this prison,

My mind and thoughts run free.

I think of Grandma and days gone by,

And of what she mean to me.

 

I wonder how life would have been

Had she not gone away,

And would I be behind these bars,

If she were here today!

 

How would my life be different?

I’ve asked a million times,

If I could only talk to her,

She may have stopped my crime.

 

I’m thankful for the time we had,

But she could not have known

Of the dark void left within my life.

In the years since she’s been gone.

 

I need her and miss her.

I love her-I know true,

But I know my life is different,

Cause Grandma’s life is through.

 

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