She watched the clouds pass,
her expression cast a sense
of overwhelming greif.

Tears ran down her face,
as she stared into the sky, looking for something.

She suffered the worst,
his passing dug a deep hole,
right into her heart.

She remembered times,
When they would sit for hours,
finding shapes in clouds.

They would lay on the,
scratchy green grass eyes absorbed,
into the flowing sky.

That was his favorite,
to sit with his grandkids and,
find things no one could.

The memories of him,
will always be in our hearts,
we cant forget him.

But if we do we
can just stare into the clouds
and somehow he's home