It’s not the things you said
But the reason you said them
Not the things you did
But why they were done

It’s the way you cared
When we thought you didn’t
It’s the way you loved
Even though it was hidden

They say things aren’t
Always what they seem
And now that I think about it
You weren't all that mean

It was your way of expression
A grandmother art
I realise intense emotion like most
Come from the heart

                                                                    Unknown Poet