Grandmother Death Poem

Poem About Anticipatory Grief

I have loved to write from a young age as a way of expressing my feelings and explore topics I'm curious about. I wrote this poem while thinking about how devastating it will be to lose my grandmother, who is now 87. We have grown very close over my lifetime, and I will be heartbroken when she dies. I am aware of the temporary nature of life, and I think it is important to value the time I have left with my loved ones.

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Last Goodbye

© more by Mia A. Lassiter

Published: February 2017

You smiled at me through warm rays of sun.
You laughed with me in the grass.
You kissed me in clear broken water,
And now we say goodbye.

I've said goodbye a million times:
When you went to work,
When I went to school,
But never did I think I'd have to say goodbye this way.

I stare at you now.
Your blank expression,
The warmth gone from your emerald eyes,
The smile vanished from your gentle mouth.

I sweep away a strand of hair
That falls across your forehead.
Your skin is cold and smooth.
Your hair is just the same.

I stroke your pale cheek one last time.
I kiss you on the nose.
I whisper in your ear.
I love you
And say my last goodbye.

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