I smell my mom's hair, trying to memorize her warmth
I shed tears for a moment that hasn't come and feel loss for a person I haven't lost yet
I write down my grandparents' words, learning their wisdom so their knowledge won't die with them
Planning and hurrying for a day that doesn't exist yet
I recite my dad's words, Thinking of how much I'll miss them, How much they mean to me
I day dream of sitting at a grave
I prepare myself for the sadness to come, hoping the tears I shed now will lessen the ones to fall later
But all I can imagine when I sit at that grave, is wondering why I spent that time mourning instead of laughing with them
My Nana told me once, you could have 100 years with someone and you still wouldn't be ready for them to leave
I think I'll cry even harder when that day comes
And my memories of them will be sorrow
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 11:19 AM UTC
I smell my mom's hair, trying to memorize her warmth
I shed tears for a moment that hasn't come and feel loss for a person I haven't lost yet
I write down my grandparents' words, learning their wisdom so their knowledge won't die with them
Planning and hurrying for a day that doesn't exist yet
I recite my dad's words, Thinking of how much I'll miss them, How much they mean to me
I day dream of sitting at a grave
I prepare myself for the sadness to come, hoping the tears I shed now will lessen the ones to fall later
But all I can imagine when I sit at that grave, is wondering why I spent that time mourning instead of laughing with them
My Nana told me once, you could have 100 years with someone and you still wouldn't be ready for them to leave
I think I'll cry even harder when that day comes
And my memories of them will be sorrow