Lacey tablecloth

I watched as grandma put the tablecloth on the old wooden table. It was very lacey and I had never seen anything like it before. She put it on so carefully that I admired her so. As she got older it was hard for her because of her health she wasn't able. She died when I was only 10 years old. I was so shy an awkward. I got lost at the funeral procession and was sitting on a back row. I was scared to move up what would they say what would they do. Now as I look at the Old Lace tablecloth I'm checking to make sure there's no holes from a moth. The memories are being deleted in my mind so I must write these down for my kin and other kind. Don't be scared to get up and move and when it's time don't be afraid to lose the tears will come no one will care no one will stare close the coffin fold up the cloth and sigh soon it will be your time to die.