I started to speak to the grass,
Yet the breeze gave the reply,
I went ahead and screamed to the land,
Still what came back was an echo,
I want to sing and sing out loud,
Hoping it would reach underneath,
But just the soil in between,
Separates the body of you and me.
I hope you know how I miss,
The words I wish to emit,
So I kept singing and singing–
Until the melodies grew hoarse.
But what you heard wasn't music,
It was the crawls of maggots.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 10:32 PM UTC
I started to speak to the grass,
Yet the breeze gave the reply,
I went ahead and screamed to the land,
Still what came back was an echo,
I want to sing and sing out loud,
Hoping it would reach underneath,
But just the soil in between,
Separates the body of you and me.
I hope you know how I miss,
The words I wish to emit,
So I kept singing and singing–
Until the melodies grew hoarse.
But what you heard wasn't music,
It was the crawls of maggots.
A poem for my late grandma
Love you Gran