The cloudiness in your sweet blue eyes
Makes me wonder what goes on in your mind.
Do you recall looking at the skies
With a young little me clung to your side?

Now I glance around for your large wheelchair
In the doorway of the large common room.
You spot me and then wave, which is rare;
And for a second, I think you know me.

“Hey Mary Mac, how are you?” I’m wary.
“Oh Cheryl! I’m good, great to see you, hun!”
“Gram, it’s not Cheryl. It’s me, MacKenzie.”
My smile fades, it’s too good to be true

Sitting in the old rickety chair
I watch as you sip your coffee and eat.
“Cheryl, you do something with your hair?”
You asked me, as I just shook my head no.

I wonder if you will ever recall
Some of the fun times we spent together.
The chances are slim to none at all,
But that doesn’t mean I can’t hope or pray.

After all, I was your “bestest friend.”
We have a bond I’ll never have again
But no matter what, until the end,
You will always be my grandmother.