the string, it pulls taut

she used to cradle me in her arms, hugged me when i cried
bathed me in the hearty rays of the sun, held me oh so tight

hang in there grandmama. a daughter wishes to see you last.

no room for tears, but yet they fall
grief encapsulated within the bedroom walls

she's coming now, she's booked tickets.

a prayer, it falls on empty ears
drawing instead my deepest fears

you'll see her tomorrow. she'll be there.

hang on, grandmama

hang on.