Nana

My sweet Nana
I miss you so.
Where have you gone?
Where did you go?
To your mansion on the hilltop
Where the streets are made of gold.
You're in glory for eternity,
Your fathers' hand you hold.
You've flown to heaven with angels wings
Meeting with your maker.
But I'm down here asking Why.
Why God did you take her?
You took my world away from me,
The woman that I loved.
And though I know it was her time
That explanation's not enough.
Sunday mornings with you, Nana,
are forever etched in me.
The smell of your Tabu perfume
Is still left lingering.
The aroma of brewing coffee
Reminds me of those morns
When you'd sit rocking in your chair
And prepare to praise the Lord.
The ride to church is still familiar,
Bluegrass filled the van.
Papas' voice still sings along
And I listen when I can.
You had your spot in the same old pew,
With the same routine each week.
I'd listen to you sing from the hymnal book.
I miss your voice, so sweet.
The pew is now left empty
And i no longer hear your songs,
But your presence still remains.
I know, I've felt you all along.
I can hold your hand no longer,
Or cuddle next to you.
I have this hole inside my heart
That belongs to you so true.
I know I'll see you again some day
And I'll jump into your arms.
I'll forever be in your embrace
And join you in the stars.
But until the day I take your hand
I'll do all that I can do.
I'll miss you each and every day
and I'll never stop loving you.