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May 2019
She hears every footstep
Feels every heartbeat
Every thought of mine she’s kept
In the floorboards beneath my feet.

In the hidey-hole she goes
Where waves of emotion cannot rock her so.
Away to the sea, away with the breeze
Lest her heart begin to freeze.

As time goes on, her sacred song
Ignites my somber soul
That fiery haze, her icy gaze,
Crashes in waves like a gong.

A hopeful goal, her endless shoal,
Yes, she’s afraid to lose control.
As dawn ascends, and dusk falls,
She’ll still sit beside me lonely,
Trapped in these dank hospital walls.

Yes, to my grandmother who made my day,
Whose happiness i used to slay,
my strength, my hope, my true mate,
who will never argue with her fate,
Helped me out with all my needs,
blessed me for all my deeds,
starved herself for my feed,
searched for me wherever i stray,
to my grandmother who made my day,

I always just yelled at her,
made her eyes full of tears,
I've taken her always for granted,
I was only what she wanted.
Whenever she said what to do,
I always said i already knew,
To her laps i love to lay,
to the grandmother who made my day,

Days had just started to turn,
Basics of life i start to learn,
Blood, sweat, an tears are finally starting to burn,
When your little girl start to earn,
Without you i start to live,
In your absence my heart has nothing to give,
Now her life is just built on fake colour,
Your child is crying without her mother,
Running behind me her hair turned grey,
To my grandmother who made my day

Now as distances are high,
your little girl runs and hides to cry,
To search for you even in her dreams,
She stays alone and yells and screams,
Finding that you're nowhere near,
Realizing she's stranded here with pain and fear,
only for you now she shall pray,
for the mother who always makes her day...
Written by
Josalynn  14/F/Swansboro, NC
(14/F/Swansboro, NC)   
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