Goodbye
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I didn't see her often,
Maybe once or twice a year.
I didn't talk to her much,
But I think she would've lent an ear.
I never just enjoyed her company,
I never made it a point,
To listen or heed her words,
Or to not to disappoint.
She always gave me encouragement,
And I know she loved me a lot.
But now she's gone,
And all that used to be here is just... not.
I didn't get to say goodbye,
She left before I could.
But if I was able to have another day
With her, I would.
I know she's where she needs to be,
I know this all has a reason,
But it's lost on me,
'Cause I won't see her until I'm done.
Why'd she have to be the one,
Who had to die today?
Why did God go and kill her?
Why is it her that in that coffin lays?
I know she's looking down on me,
Smiling and wishing me luck.
But I feel like I have none,
Like all my life is is yuck.
I hope she's okay,
And not in any pain.
When I see her again,
I know she won't be using her cane.
Goodbye, dear Grandma.
Goodbye, and I love you.
Even though we spent so little time together,
I really, really do.
So, I just found out my Grandma died this afternoon... I feel like throwing up. I already cried, and now my parents went to go talk to my older brother, who has his own place.
I wrote this in order to a) help get rid of my mood, and b) give her a proper send-off. I really didn't get to say goodbye, and I only saw her a few times a year, but she's the first person I know who's died.
I – I just...
Anyway, it's a horrible, horrible poem, so only R&R if you want to.
Penelope, over and out.
