A poem

I made a sad poem. Sorry if it makes no sense:

When my grey hairs catch up,
And it gets hard to breathe,
I hope that you never leave.

When the world gets cold,
And your kids become bold,
I want you to fit my stories into their mold.

But now, my days are catching up.
I’m becoming old.
I have been laying in a hospital bed.
Alone and COLD.

I will miss you all
And I hope you miss me too
But I hope you remember,
My love is true.

I love you
More than you could ever know.
But now it’s my time
To end the show.

Love, the worlds greatest mom/ grandma

Sorry if it made no sense. I made it myself

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