The laughter stopped, the house grew still,
A sudden, sharp, and freezing chill.
The world moved on, a cruel pretense,
While I sat locked in cold defense.
The warmth that lived within my chest,
Decided it would take no rest.
It felt too much, the pain too deep,
So vowed to turn the loss to sleep.
A tender heart, once soft and warm,
Now shielded from the further storm.
It turned to slate, to solid stone,
To walk this hollow road alone.
No tears can pierce the armor now,
No furrowed grief upon the brow.
It sits inside, a polished rock,
Against the heavy, ticking clock.
A monument to what is gone,
That greets the cold and silent dawn.
So strong, so still, it cannot weep,
A stone-bound promise it must keep
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
The laughter stopped, the house grew still,
A sudden, sharp, and freezing chill.
The world moved on, a cruel pretense,
While I sat locked in cold defense.
The warmth that lived within my chest,
Decided it would take no rest.
It felt too much, the pain too deep,
So vowed to turn the loss to sleep.
A tender heart, once soft and warm,
Now shielded from the further storm.
It turned to slate, to solid stone,
To walk this hollow road alone.
No tears can pierce the armor now,
No furrowed grief upon the brow.
It sits inside, a polished rock,
Against the heavy, ticking clock.
A monument to what is gone,
That greets the cold and silent dawn.
So strong, so still, it cannot weep,
A stone-bound promise it must keep
This poem is about my Great Nana passing away.
I'm so sorry to people who saw it first as Grandpa, It must have auto corrected and I didn't catch it when I first sent it. I'm not sure how it corrected to Grandpa though.