There is moments I'm desperate Trying to hold on to the little strength I have left inside Clutching to my soul is an angel as I am Surrounded by broken hearts Enduring two days with no sleep or food And I'm digging with a shovel Preparing the place we lay my Grandma I can't stand the cries of my family that I never get to see As we all kiss her one last time Not even allowed one tear the very core of my lips Tremble from the cold they all try say Goodbye but i didn't and ever so careful we lower you down but never will be forgotten as smoke and prayers go up so earnest It's an all out assault of memories Blended in with every one thats crying and behind my eyes I see you again and I am ever so grateful That you are my Grandma My Angel and always and forever My keeper
Reason for writing:
A few years back She said I was old enough to know that when I was a baby my mother abandoned me in a shopping cart and she had to search for me with my dad. She said that's why you are the way you are, that's why you are all over the place all the time growing up.
Birth sign: Aries
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