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Beautiful Nightmare

I was buried in this dirt, Leaving you behind. Sad, torn, and begging For me to come back Into your arms. I see you visiting my grave, Your sisters too. Everything is hitting you Like a fucking hurricane. My son, I have lived my life, and I'm speaking to you beyond The grave. You will see my old face again When you pass through this Black hole that is nothing. But my love, I'm Not hurting anymore. There's so Much I want you to see before you Come watch next to me. Watch everyone you love, And that have loved you. Watch your grandbabies and Great grandbabies grow As I am now. I love you my sweet son, My strong, strong son. I'm sorry I let you down but I hurt for much too long. There's a place for you next To me that will always be open. Come sit and watch, then, Only then, will you see.
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hopeless-wonderland
Published
Oct 19, 2015
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#death#son#mother#grandma#grandmother#oldage#greif
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