This is a poem I wrote about the death of my grandmother.
Life Slips Through
Words echo in our heads,
prayer and thoughts around.
We sit and cry in our beds .
We are lost not found.
So much worry
not letting up.
We are so sorry
we won't give up.
It is so hard to just sit still
waiting for the doctors news.
All we have is our own will.
We all have much to lose.
We huddle together in a room
speaking about the good times.
We feel a great dread loom
when we think about our crimes.
Will they be forgot
when we finally die?
We all did a lot
we think as we all cry.
We put away our thoughts
There is much more to worry about
Will she live though what she caught
We don't want to have the doubt
Looking at her fragile body,
we see her life is gone.
Something wished upon nobody.
It is like a sad song
A hard decision lies ahead.
No brain activity is left.
We have nowhere to rest our head
as she takes her final breath
As her life ends
we move on.
The time we spent
has been long.
We leave the dreary hospital
with heads hung low.
It was the last time we saw her
before her final show.
She had been growing tired.
Her body just gave in.
She did not wish to be wired.
Is that considered a sin.
She will no longer see me graduate
or be there when I start my career.
I will no longer see her smiling face.
It is what I had always feared.
I lie alone in my bed,
wondering where it all went.
I pull the quilt to my head,
taking in the scent.
The familiar smell fills me up
and I begin to cry
I feel alone as emotions spread
and I wonder why.
Why do I hold my emotions in?
Do I not want people to see
how vulnerable I can become?
Is it only me?
We had talked to her the day before
If we only knew
The day after she would be gone
as her life slips through.
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