Come here, Grandma and Grandpa

I miss my Grandparents on a daily

When I want to talk to you, I look up at my ceiling!  I always hope you can see me, and you'll come down to join me in conversation.  I know you're with with me, I just want to see your angelic spirits.  I don't want to talk about things that no longer hold meaning, grandpa and grandma...I just want you and the lip gloss kisses and the warm hugs.  I hope you've been watching over me: my growth, the love I give others, and I hope you hear my silliness, and the words and tears reaching out to you.