How To Be Dead

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is for my grandpa.

Submitted: October 21, 2009

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Submitted: October 21, 2009

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I can see it now
The casket open
Inside lays your poisoned body
Dressed in clothes that you've
Never worn

I can hear it now
The crys of the loved ones
Bellowing out their
Emotions over your
Lost soul

I can feel it now
The emotions rushing
The tears rolling
Down my makeup face
Your son's hand
Clasped in mine
As we both cry together

I relive it now
The memories of
You in the garden
Planting the tomato seeds
The memories of you
In the Nursing home
Not speaking
Not eating.

I taste it now
The sweet sorrow
Rolling off my tongue
As I speak to comfort her
The salty tears in my mouth
The tears that came out my
Eyes


I long to
Tell you
A word
A word that
Means the most
A word that can
summon up the
corage that I
Never had,
Goodbye


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