Hello, here is a poem called Granny. It actually started out as an English homework assignment. That's not where most of my best works start out, but I'm really proud of this poem especially, it's actually true that my grandmother did die and my mother saw her the night before she died unexpectedly and I did ask to come along the night before. Anyways, here's the poem.
It's shining bright outside
But the clouds are crying as well
And we're spending the day - right here - right now
In this paradise of hell
People crying till wells are full
People choked up by their tears
People tore up by their hearts
Mom reads her poem. I cover my ears
I don't want to mourn this morning
I don't want to cry today
Somehow my eyes - like the clouds in the sky
Just let the tears drop away
I've had enough. My nose is stuffed
And Granny's gone goodbye
I didn't have a chance to say anything at all
The pain - Why! Why!
It's the month after May
Ain't no maybe anymore
'Cause Granny went. Before her birthday
Just three days before!
My mom visited the night before
I begged to come along
But no she refused. The world is so cold
Just can't you hear my song
This is not the Granny I know
She don't put on know skirts or shoes
She talks and laughs, forgets who we are
Makes weird noises like "cock-a-doodle-moo"
I know it hurts on the outside
But on the inside, so much more
So I'll wait to the end of this frightening event
And then I'll walk out the door
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