Death Of Grandma
This story has touched my heart I lost my grandmother to bladder cancer last June and everything this poem says is true about what our relationship was like. Her words cut deep but it cut deeper …
Published: Apr 2008
Wait For Me On The Other Side
your touch was my drug.
Your looks were alcohol
your love was my blood.
Why did you leave me here all alone?
Your eyes kept me going when I had nothing to go for.
Your touch held me up when I began to fall.
I waltzed to your heart beat and danced to your breath
I slipped into silence as you slipped into death.
Wait for me on the other side
we'll only be apart for the night.
For when morning comes we'll dance in the light.