Grandmother Death Poem

Death Of My Great Grandmother

The death of my Great Grandmother was a horrible day for me. I was heartbroken and upset. I wrote this poem to say how I really feel.

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© Derek Chandler more by Derek Chandler

Published on May 2011


Grandmothers are always here to comfort you,
No matter what you do.
They dry your tears, help you conquer your fears,
And say they will love you for all your years.

Mine always told me to give it my all,
To never give up, even if I fall.
She was always there when I needed a friend
And time with her I loved to spend.

Oh that day, that horrible day,
The day I was informed and I had much dismay.
I didn't know what to say or do,
I was sad and heartbroken and didn't know if I could push through.

The funeral was depressing and I couldn't help but cry.
My tears were like rain, I felt like I could just die.
I miss her so much; I wish she was here,
But even though she's gone, I still hear her whisper "I love you" in my ear.


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