Grandma

We only miss what is gone
Sit and think you see certain things a first time
It is hard to keep people together

We were all ways just together
I had come along late most of the stories older than me
They told them around her table seemed mostly at 3am

Figured you all had a grandma like mine
Thought we would all just be together forever
People leave and new ones come

There are less since she been gone
We are not drawn to each other by her anymore
It is the material difference to this new world

Different I guess
But you see we come together around each other
Keystones members of our families

Different I knew
Really something to see had it not just been everyday
Like getting ready for Christmas in January