I'm really bad at poetry,
As I'm sure you are aware,
What I think is good turns out like mulch,
It really isn't fair.
It was so many years to the day today,
It could be eight or seven,
That God put his hand down on the Earth
And took you up to heaven.
I cried and cried and cried that day,
Why did you have to go?
You were a beacon my life,
Set here to help me grow.
I'd never really thanked you,
Or told you how I thought
You were the kindest person,
A better Grandma I could not have saught.
I miss you like you wouldn't believe.
Even after all this time,
And I'm fairly sure in thirty years time,
The pain will still survive.
You taught me some valuable lessons,
The day you left the world,
To go and comfort the angels,
I'm assuming, from what I have uncurled.
The first is that every day,
I tell my parents I love them,
Because one day your loved ones are there,
But as you proved, I could very easily loose them.
The second holds the same meaning,
That the ones who I hold dear,
Might leave the house without saying goodbye,
Then suddenly disappear.
Your death raised insecurities in me,
Things of which I always live in fear,
And every time I think of you,
My eyes produce a tear.
I really love you Grandma.
And I'm sad you had to leave us,
But I know you're here in spirit,
Sending love from up above.
Thursday, 19 January 2012
I Miss You
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