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 shouldn’t be crying
because this is not how you’d want it to be
knowing you’re 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 can’t tell it
but on the inside something is very wrong

I reckon I’ll be sad for a while
but soon I’ll realize I’ll see you one day up there
don’t think I stopped missing you
don’t think I don’t care

we’ve 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
you’ll 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 6/14/2012
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