i wrote this for my grandpa...it describes the funeral and stuff...this was a really easy one for me to write but hard to let anyone read View table of contents...

Submitted: Jun 26, 2008    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I stand by the bed

As I watch you struggle to breathe

I feel a hand on my shoulder

Urging me to leave

I allow the hand to guide me away from your side

The next morning I wake up and cry

Dad says that you’re gone

But I don’t believe him

He’s definitely wrong

But as Mom comes in

I realize the truth

I keep my composure

For those that I love

Until the day of the funeral comes

I stand there with Grandma

Looking down at you

Then it’s like I’m a rain cloud

Never stopping or ceasing

 I choke up on your tribute

As Mom comes to my rescue

My sister finishes it up for me

I cry all day and night

How could you leave us?

How could God do this?

Didn’t you love us?

These questions run through my mind

As I continue to cry

The tears slowly stop

As my heart turns to rock

It’s not true

I tell myself

It’s all a game

A mean, horrid game

But gradually I see the truth

I shut down my mind

To avoid the memories and the truth

It seems that I’ll be in denial forever

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