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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
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
I Wish I Could Help
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.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
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