This poem reminds of the day, I lost my grandmother (Hannah Boafo) to cancer. She was one of the strongest and one of the most inspirational in my whole family. As a matter fact, she was the strongest of the whole family. Everytime there was fighting, problems or just wrong things going on the family, she was the glue that kept all the pieces together. Words can't explain the emotion and the pain I felt when my dad called from 4,000 miles away just to tell me that she is gone. Those words are one of the most painful words but I'm also happy. Everytime I pick up her picture beside my bed and look at it, I get so happy for her because I know she's in a better place getting everything she deserve to get. YES, SHE IS GONE BUT SHE WILL ALWAYS BE HERE IN MY HEART. I LOVE HER AND MAY HER SOUL REST IN PEACE.
Your pictures are in frames, memories on my wall,
To have you here again, I would give them all.
A picture cannot capture, the beauty of your skin,
Or the radiating glow I'd feel, whenever you would grin.
They cannot talk or sing to me, the way you used to do,
I'll never love another, the way that I love you.
So I look at you my soul mate, a picture in a frame,
I cry my tears of sorrow, cause I feel God's to blame.
He came and took the one, who made my life complete,
And all that's left are pictures, and an empty seat.
I also have a feeling down, deep within my heart,
It's the pain of loneliness, since we've been apart.
I try not to let the grief, just overcome my day,
I'll blow a kiss to heaven and send it when I pray.
I'll ask God to free me now, from a world so blue,
To take me up to Paradise, so I can fly with you.
I'm waiting for the day you come, calling out my name,
Until then I'll be staring at, your picture in a frame
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