It's not normal for me,
to see someone,
after they've died.
But Nanny is an exception.
I was tired,
laying in my bed,
ready to go to sleep.
The blankets were layed out,
in just the right position.
I closed my eyes,
only for two minutes.
When I opened my eyes back up,
I saw her standing beside my bed.
When she was with us,
I used to avoid her.
But now she's gone,
and she'll never know,
how sorry I am,
or just how much I love her.
I tried to say I was sorry.
But before the words formed,
she simply waved,
and vaporized into the air.
I miss her som much,
and now she's gone.
She'll never know how much I love her,
or how sorry I am,
that I never took the time,
to get to know her,
as a person herself.
She'll never know,
just how much,
of an impact,
she really made,
on my life.
Mary Cathrine Taylor
Sunrise-February 14th, 1922
Sunset-April 20, 2009
You are missed and loved.
Rest In Peace.
Gone but not forgotten.
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