When I think it make's me cry
I wish you were here so I could hold you tight
I look up into the sky to say goodnight
And hold through out the night.

I wish I was there before you died
I could have said goodbye
And hope you never forget me
When your up in the sky

I think about you day and night
I need to go now and carry on my life
And I'll always be thinking of you till I die
R.I.P Nan I really miss you.

© 2007 Courtney Crowden

The above poem was written by young Courtney when her Nan died on Sunday 11 November 2007