For Grandma...

In Rough Times:
You hold the hands of those around you;
Lean on the shoulders of those that surround you;
Speak out feelings to friends that have found you.

You hold your head up and hope for the light,
And for some strange reason, there are feelings you fight.

And when silence seeps into porous days,
You raise your head and look both ways.
And when there is no one, nor nothing in view,
You weep with a cry that is sold and true.

It's a tune that is stronger than any could be.
It's a song of hurt that you're meant to set free.
And when the last notes drip from your eyes,
You begin to sing life's hopeful reprise.