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  
ideas as  
we laugh  
 
and in those little beady eyes of her's  
her joy 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.