In Grandma's Hands

The hospital was busy and no one saw him there;
a small boy with a paper held in his loving care.
He'd printed "I love you's" around a broken heart;
And written "I will miss you" within his youthful art.
He stood and watched the doorway of a silent, darkened room;
then slowly stepped inside... and bid his legs resume.
He neared to where the lady lay, he heard her shallow breath;
He saw the pallor of her skin, her old eyes closed in death.
He let his tears drop to the floor and forced his voice to speak;
His little body trembled, his sad words clear but weak.
"If you see Grandma in Heaven, would your give her this for me?"
He placed the picture on her bed, he'd colored carefully.
"She's sleeping in the next room, but they won't let me in"
"Cause she's really sick and won't wake up, they say ever again."
The lady opened up her eyes and gave a labored smile;
She moved her fingers slowly, it took her quite awhile.
But as she grasped the message, he let out a lengthy sigh;
He had seen it safely on it's way, Grandma would get it by and by.
He thanked the feeble woman, and smiled amidst the tears;
and turned and left the quiet room, absolved of worried fears.
And across the room there came a breeze, swift and sure and grand;
Which took the gift to Heaven, and placed it in Grandma's hand.