Memoir

Poem by: LeAnne

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True story, though i hate to admit it.
i still can't get it over it.

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Submitted: May 16, 2008

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Submitted: May 16, 2008

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In these last few years

I’ve been holding it;

All the screams, all the tears,

The entire hidden bit.

My grandma, my dearest grandma,

Taken by a terrible disease;

You left us and my grandpa

You’ve passed and now you’re free.

Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday

Happy Mother’s Day and New Year

Everything you’ve missed all night and day.

Can’t you see this, grandma, this lonely tear?

Who will come and dry it?

Who will make me smile?

Only you with your cooking mitts

And laughing all the while.

Where did you go?

Why did you leave?

If only you’d know;

If only you’d see

I miss you grandma,

Come back to me. . . . . .

To us.

 


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Memoir

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Genre: Poetry

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True story, though i hate to admit it.
i still can't get it over it.

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