Dear Grandma,
I saw you for the last time today,  
I held your hand
as you slipped away
and now my eyes sting,  
as much as my broken heart.

Beyond all this grief,
I find sombre reflection
and quiet relief;
But, I'd rather have you here
holding me in your arms
and wiping away my tears.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

Here lie the mortal remains,  
marked by a headstone worn by rain
which fell like tears over time,
guarded by weeping willows and pines.
The aged words sit in quiet rest
carved with words of a love confessed
and how much they will be missed,
with an urn of flowers that death kissed.
In life we part with so much grief,
and in Gods arms, please rest in peace.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I used to write by hand, but I don't anymore because I kept losing my diaries. I lost my first diary back in school, my teacher told me, 'I'll read your poems,' and then the diary disappeared. I was too shy to say, 'Please give me my diary.' Now I have a tablet, and I always leave it at home.

I found out you were with someone else.

Did you do the same things with her you did with me?

Did you tell her things you told me?

Did she fill the love you don’t have for yourself?

Did she help you forget me?

just throwing to the wind
just seeing forest
just looking up to the clouds
neither sow nor reap
just watching a little bird
in the sprawling sky.

Sunflowers wave and sway
Bees land to reap their rewards
Pollen finds a new home

Is this my true emotions?
Or a facsimile
Of what I’m supposed to feel?
Don’t call this a con,
Until you see the accidental,
Unintentional falseties.
I flash expressions.
Hate, love, melancholy, mirth.
Don’t call me an actor,
Until you experience
The screen that is my face,
Sometimes a mirror,
Often a warped glass,
But never clear,
Never a window
To my true self
Underneath.

Softly touched
Your trunk
You whispered to sit with me
To pour his energy
To melt away all my worries

What a world we live in,
Where we watch while others die.
What a world we live in,
When we hardly bat an eye.

The world looks on,
While the chosen, choose,
To ignore what was done, - to them
Or what it’s like to lose.

Maybe we’d be forgiven,
If we tried to stem the tide,
If our conscience, once driven,
Saved the life of a single child.

We watch them use,
The fickle face of a martyr.
And accede to the ruse,
They’re using babies to barter.

What a world indeed,
And where to hide our shame?
All that power and all that greed,
And it proceeds in our name.