On borrowed time.

On borrowed time. 
The heart. 
A sudden attack. 
The hospital. 
Seemed such a long while back. 
I hated its sterile grounds. 
My relief when u were finally discharged knew no bounds. 
These days the memories set in. 
Of the past in which you had been. 
Please live well. 
Let your laughter ring like bells. 
Keep an open mind. 
To diminish your sighs. 
Let's make this period your best. 
To take your well deserved rest. 
In this borrowed time.
You've been doing just fine.

Dear Grandma,
I wish it were but just a random muse.
But there you are stubborn when yet precariously near the end of a fuse.
Love,
Brenda