Jan 2015
Last good-bye
Sitting here, I can't help but stare.
Your lifeless body just sits there.
Your lips are in a line.
You don't open your eyes.
All around you people cry,
Children stare with wide eyes,
As your you body lies there,
With your daughter by your side.
I look to my right,
Was met with curious eyes.
Tears steamed down my cheeks.
"Why does everyone cry?" he asked.
I sighed, trying to hide the sadness from my voice as I tried explain to his six years old ears.
After sitting there for what felt like years.
His tiny hand grabbed mine as he dragged me up to our uncles side,
I forced out between my cries
My last good-bye.
Sitting here, I can't help but stare.
Your lifeless body just sits there.
Your lips are in a line.
You don't open your eyes.
All around you people cry,
Children stare with wide eyes,
As your you body lies there,
With your daughter by your side.
I look to my right,
Was met with curious eyes.
Tears steamed down my cheeks.
"Why does everyone cry?" he asked.
I sighed, trying to hide the sadness from my voice as I tried explain to his six years old ears.
After sitting there for what felt like years.
His tiny hand grabbed mine as he dragged me up to our uncles side,
I forced out between my cries
My last good-bye.
Okay so this is pretty much a true poem but my little cousin didn't drag me up to my uncle instead he sat on my lap and hugged me. I just didn't want it to be fully true so there you go. I hope you enjoy because this poem has a lot of meaning to me.
