Gnane Daniel

GRANDMA

The sound of your soft spoken voice
The late nights we could be on call  
And I’d ask how you were  
You’d reply with
“I’m okay” or “I’ll be fine, don’t worry sweetheart”
With your frail voice.
But I knew it wasn’t going to be okay
I knew you were going to leave soon…
From your beautifully lived life.
You didn’t want to tell me
But I knew.