The Golden Angel (In Remembrance of Marylyn Jones my Grandmother)
I miss you
I was so young, how could I understand
You were so sick, but always so strong
You were so bright, you always made our day
It wasn’t your choice, but you had to go
It wasn’t fair, I was so young
I knew it was best, but I could never understand
Understand the pain inside you
The disease, draining your life
Then we found out you had passed
Now I’m sitting here writing this letter
I miss you
Robert Chats 