Aunt Death Poem

This is for my aunt Lorrie... 'I reckon' was a inside joke between us since I was like 6. My dad woke me up early one morning so I knew something was wrong, then he said the horrible words....honey, Lorrie passed away at 3:00 this morning.

I Reckon

© Kayla
I reckon I miss you
and I probably always will
this is so hard to get over
like swallowing a bitter pill

I reckon I shouldnít be crying
because this is not how youíd want it to be
knowing youíre in your eternal home
now singing with glee

I reckon you are looking down on us
probably proud of us all
you always told me how god would hold me
and never let me fall

I reckon I have to get through this
I must try to be strong
on the outside you canít tell it
but on the inside something is very wrong

I reckon Iíll be sad for a while
but soon Iíll realize Iíll see you one day up there
donít think I stopped missing you
donít think I donít care

weíve had so many good times
tons of laughs as well
the memories are all coming back to me now
like a wonderful spell

gurlie I hope you know
you will be missed a lot
you were loved by so many
youíll never be forgot!!

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Published: Jan 2008

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  • My aunty is very sick she does not have much time left and this really helped me thank you

    Kim, Denver Submitted Jun 2012
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  • Thank you for this poem! I can relate to your story, my dad also woke me up early one morning around 5:00 am to tell me that we missed a call from the hospital. When we finally got to the hospital, she was already gone. She also died at 3:00 am, and I'm really upset that I never got to say good-bye to her. She was 26 when she died and we were really close, we were like sisters. She got into the wrong crowd of people and got into drugs, she later got a heart problem but continued using. The last thing I said to her was a week before she died and I told her to stop using because I didn't want her to die. It was heart breaking for me and I miss her everyday.

    Kaylyn, Ontario Submitted 8/16/2013
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