**Written and dedicated to my grandma in the month of her death, September 2008.....We were very, very close.**
I was alone
And yet not alone
Because thoughts
Of you
Were with me
I sang
The last song
I ever sang to you
And it ripped my heart
Like claws
I let thoughts
Of you
Fill my head
Because then I lived
Those moments
Over again
And again
I heard your laugh
Saw your smile
And I cried
I wished I could grab you
And pull you
Bring you back with my tears
I wanted to feel your arms
Around me
Holding me close
Because you loved me so
And I love you
More
And more
Each day
Even though you're gone
Comments
Wow Clare...
This was very beautiful. My favortie part....well actually I can't even find a favorite part, it was all just so good. I loved how it flowed. A wonderful mix of forlorn and sublime. One of the best parts I think was this:
"I sang
The last song
I ever sang to you
And it ripped my heart
Like claws
I let thoughts
Of you
Fill my head
Because then I lived
Those moments
Over again
And again."
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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis
*sniff*
so sad.......and beautiful.
A lovely poem. It brings back
A lovely poem. It brings back memories of when my grandmother passed in August of 2005. I was close to her, too. I'm really sorry.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
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This was full of the love in your heart, Clare.... it was lovely.....
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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine
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This is lovely, and it really resonates in the heart... Simple and beautiful.
Thanks, guys. :)
Thanks, guys. :)
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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]
Oh, so sweet. I'm sorry
Oh, so sweet. I'm sorry about your grandmother, Clare.
"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya