I am standing up.
Picking out a rose,
A rose to put on your pale blue casket.
I place it gently,
I start to cry.
I look at your coffin one last time.
I know it is the last time I will see you.
I fall on my knees,
The ground is cold and moist.
I don't know anymore,
It seems like everyone is dying.
I will miss you,
I always will.
I am still your little granddaughter,
Just all grown up.