the love as a caregiver.

sitting outside when the wind is blowing on my face,
chills running up my arms and legs,
wishing i can just bring you back for 10 seconds tell,
you how much i love you.
give you a huge tell you how wounderful it was i got care for you.
you thought me so much in past 1 year.
you were my client , not just my client but my best friend,
back in the day you teacher you teach so many kids,
wishing i was one those kids.
you were so friendly i just miss you . it like yestrday i remeber the day you were put on hospice.
i cried as your caregiver my heart was sad.
its not easy as you see those you care for get ill.
everyday get little harder and your more weaker.
but you still trust me to care for you.
sitting near your bed side . holding your hand telling you are okay just breath.
soft breath comes from your mouth.
weak hands sit still and they shake.
so sad your just lying there resting i see.
 me closing your eyes so lifeless but i know you are going be call home soon.
day and night cant hold on much longer .
couple tears rolling down my cheeks.
hoping you know all i did was love you care for you as my own grandma.
the bond was so real.
the friends ship that i gain.
the angel i new was going be going home soon,
my heart racing my heart sad,
but i feel your hand its so cold.
i see you looking at me with a look ready.
i cry and hold your hand tight just knowing god was going to take you on a new journey no more pain.
you cant hold on.
i wishper in your ear and tell you that its okay.
god awaits for you with his gates opened wide.
i new that time you took your last breath,
no more pain.
oh i cried , i know your not suffering no more.
you can live free
watch over me as like before just in spritit,
as i sit here watching the wind blow i feel you near. i see in behind the clouds this bright glowing light , i close my eyes her your soft voice im ok her i am standing next to you my friend , im not gone for ever.
as wind and clouds go away ,
my heart full of sadness but happyness
she free and no more pain,
i can breath and hold our meomeries close. because she home our heavly father till we meet agind fly high . my beauiful angel.