Grandmother Death Poem

Poem Replaying Memories Of Grandma

My grandmother was the closest person to me I have ever lost. She was there for every major event in my life, good or bad. I had a sudden urge to write something two weeks after she died, and this is what came out.

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When my grandmother died, I felt so empty because she was the closest thing I've lost. She was there for me when I needed her the most. And every special day of my life she was there: 1st day...

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Grandma

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Published: May 2016

The words you spoke so wisely
Have never been so clear.
All the lessons that you taught me
Still remain right here.

I am left here wishing
To hear your voice one last time,
Once more to hear you sing
That I am your sunshine.

You told me it would be all right,
But I feel that isn't true.
The only thing to make this better
Is if I was there with you.

I know this isn't possible,
But it's hard to think it so.
I know you're now not suffering,
But I hate to see you go.

I'd let you wear that fanny pack,
I swear I wouldn't care,
Just to have you back one more time,
Just to have you there.

I'd give a million dollars,
To read one last email,
To decode that secret message
About treasures from a sale.

I know the pain will slowly leave,
And your memories will stay,
Your time with us was special,
And it is often replayed.

My sunshine was taken,
Now my skies are left grey.
Oh, the things that I would give
For only one more day.

You were more than just a Grandma,
You were my best friend.
My life has changed forever,
But I'll still love you 'til the end.

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  • Boity by Boity
  • 1 year ago

When my grandmother died, I felt so empty because she was the closest thing I've lost. She was there for me when I needed her the most. And every special day of my life she was there: 1st day of pre-school, primary School, Senior Phase and High School. Oh, how I miss her so much!

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