Just one more time

I was crawling like a wild thing,
everything still new and exciting,
A perfect world with me at the center.
Granny will be gone soon and I can't prevent her'
From leaving me before I will remember,
Who she even is.
Only who she was.

She picks me up and I smile probably -
It's 30 years on and my memory's sketchy.
I see her Grey hair,
And her female heir.
I smile at her too -
That's what babies do.
She leaves, my cuddly Grey-haired friend,
Only to return as if to emphasise the end.
"Just one more time"
The last time -
She ever saw me or mummy.

Her death was summary,
Another statistic,
Simplistic.
A car accident,
I couldn't prevent.

Just one more cuddle for me,
And for mother, a painful last memory.