Apr 2015
1
the bird hums
to the pattern of the
pitter patter
2
the blue in grandma's eyes fades just a little as a mixture of sound and blood escape her dry lips
3
Grandma's hands shake
as her warm hand touch the cold
leather gun in this
ever so shifting darkness
we have captured ourselves in
4**
Grandma's eyes stare into
mine
one
last
*******
time
as the the pool of blood that damps her back
swallows her in an embrace that was
so much bigger then my own
the bird hums
to the pattern of the
pitter patter
2
the blue in grandma's eyes fades just a little as a mixture of sound and blood escape her dry lips
3
Grandma's hands shake
as her warm hand touch the cold
leather gun in this
ever so shifting darkness
we have captured ourselves in
4**
Grandma's eyes stare into
mine
one
last
*******
time
as the the pool of blood that damps her back
swallows her in an embrace that was
so much bigger then my own
