seeing my grandmother cry herself to sleep
because she had to bury her lover 6 feet deep
a feeling that makes me cry myself
I never thought I'd have to feel
my poor grandmother feels so alone
I would do anything to help her heal
she wakes up each morning
completely in ignorant bliss
forgetting about the sobs in her sleep
without her husband's goodnight kiss
moving around keeps herself busy
drinking alcohol every night to make her dizzy
once the thoughts slow down
and her mind comes to relief
she must think about her deceased husband
crying in disbelief
she longs for connection
from the family who still lives
asking them to come around
before her heart gives
living through the days she tries so hard
but she struggles to visit his garden in the backyard
he still lives around their home
leaves his shoes by the front door
she will never be rid of him
her love for him lasting evermore
I wish I could help her
I think about her every day
and how my poor grandpa
never meant to make her feel this way
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
seeing my grandmother cry herself to sleep
because she had to bury her lover 6 feet deep
a feeling that makes me cry myself
I never thought I'd have to feel
my poor grandmother feels so alone
I would do anything to help her heal
she wakes up each morning
completely in ignorant bliss
forgetting about the sobs in her sleep
without her husband's goodnight kiss
moving around keeps herself busy
drinking alcohol every night to make her dizzy
once the thoughts slow down
and her mind comes to relief
she must think about her deceased husband
crying in disbelief
she longs for connection
from the family who still lives
asking them to come around
before her heart gives
living through the days she tries so hard
but she struggles to visit his garden in the backyard
he still lives around their home
leaves his shoes by the front door
she will never be rid of him
her love for him lasting evermore
I wish I could help her
I think about her every day
and how my poor grandpa
never meant to make her feel this way
I wrote this one night after a family party. I had seen my grandmother all happy and drunk throughout the whole party but when she went to lay down and sleep.. I watched and listened as her discrete sobs rose up in her chest and fell down her cheeks. I knew I had to write this.
