I Write Poetry
[center] For my Grandmother
By: Me
Written on May 27th, 2012
It came there in her passing, as her soul was finally free
That all the tears of the boy shown his misery
For he never understood back then for him she'd always be
A bigger part of all he was, even just in memories.
He carried forth his sorrow and carried forth his fears
He took them both to anger for oh, so many years
He stood there at the casket, and he wondered why
He cursed the God that claimed her, and felt he'd like to die
Yet still he kept on living and soon he learned on how to love
And though he missed her every day, he felt her up above
A fuller understanding took him many days
and every loss that he suffered, her memories came on in waves
And yet he kept on living he continued on and on
Remembering all she'd given though he felt so overdrawn
He remembered how she made him feel with just a simple smile
a soft pat upon his head or a kind word once and a while
And now he is full grown He's lived to be a man
Yet the loss of his dear grandmother is still something he can't stand
THE SNOWDOG[/center]
By: Me
Written on May 27th, 2012
It came there in her passing, as her soul was finally free
That all the tears of the boy shown his misery
For he never understood back then for him she'd always be
A bigger part of all he was, even just in memories.
He carried forth his sorrow and carried forth his fears
He took them both to anger for oh, so many years
He stood there at the casket, and he wondered why
He cursed the God that claimed her, and felt he'd like to die
Yet still he kept on living and soon he learned on how to love
And though he missed her every day, he felt her up above
A fuller understanding took him many days
and every loss that he suffered, her memories came on in waves
And yet he kept on living he continued on and on
Remembering all she'd given though he felt so overdrawn
He remembered how she made him feel with just a simple smile
a soft pat upon his head or a kind word once and a while
And now he is full grown He's lived to be a man
Yet the loss of his dear grandmother is still something he can't stand
THE SNOWDOG[/center]
