Nonna

She never asked why I cried myself to sleep,

Because she understood,

She stroked my head and watched me weep,

She never said I should...

Force a smile,

deny the the pain,

Or say all will be good,

She told me God would hear my prayer,

And gave me faith he would,

So as I cry myself to sleep,

And she's no longer there,

Her spirit and her words remain

I know I'm in Gods care,

Her fingers don't caress my face,

No "sweet dreams" and embrace,

But because of her I understand,

I'm living by Gods Grace,

This knowledge gives me gratitude,

I live another day,

So I reach out to grab his hand,

And pray he guides my way.