Melica Niccole

Who would have known last week would have been your last

And instead of talking in the present, I am now referring to you in the past

That flashes of your life enter my mind like lightening streaking across the sky

And now conversations with your granddaughter includes, why did grandma have to die?

Grief is a journey

And so are these emotions

All this love to give, along with my devotion

You were truly the best thing in our lives to date

Please remember us

As they open those pearly gates