What Age Has Made of You

By: Biana Yanovsky

Grandma, always you were there for me,
I never had to ask.
You assumed that caring for me was your duty,
Your eternal task.
I have known you all my life,
since the day that I was born.
The years have passed and I care for you,
You are now old and worn.
I see the years taking your strength,
Taking the smile from your face.
You're fighting pain, awful agony,
running a loosing race.
Your voice no longer full of joy,
Your eyes are full of sorrow.
You refuse to believe that there is hope,
despising the existence of tommorow.
But look at what you have,
Rather than what you lack.
The things that you have lost are gone,
They're never coming back.