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I remember how the sky cried The mournful day my Nene died. It sobbed and grieved; thought not prolonged. Soon sunlight, through the darkness, dawned As thought the tears had simply dried. At once I wondered, scornfully, "Why?" How dare you cease your crying, Sky! How simply could the world go on? Then I remembered... My struggle, isn't her's. It's mine. I hurt because I'm left behind. For she, you see, has moved along A better place she's set-upon. Therefore, with mourning cast aside, I'll remember.
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
For Nene
I remember how the sky cried The mournful day my Nene died. It sobbed and grieved; thought not prolonged. Soon sunlight, through the darkness, dawned As thought the tears had simply dried. At once I wondered, scornfully, "Why?" How dare you cease your crying, Sky! How simply could the world go on? Then I remembered... My struggle, isn't her's. It's mine. I hurt because I'm left behind. For she, you see, has moved along A better place she's set-upon. Therefore, with mourning cast aside, I'll remember.
A couple of days ago my grandmother on my dad's side passed away, and I wanted to write a poem about it.
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Chase_Parrish
21/M/United States of America
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
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