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

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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