The most uncomfortable silence I've felt is the one I've recently experienced on my way to take my grandmother home who is much like my mother because she raised me when my mother wasn't around.
The dead of air
The thickness of silence
Coated in negative possibilities
With her words echoing through the shock of my mind.
It is time to say goodbye...
As I gamble with the thought of responding and respecting my elders.
Not able to hold my tongue now because time is of the essence. Its now or never or now or next lifetime.
As the emotions Weil before the surgeons crackling words of such paralytic news. Words and emotions
forgiveness and peace
Nothing to explain what could and would be to come next.
As long as she knows she's loved
And I did everything I could to the point of exhaustion
The unmoved, unloved, yet never foresaken or so she says...
Grandmother, Granny, Grand ma ma
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
The most uncomfortable silence I've felt is the one I've recently experienced on my way to take my grandmother home who is much like my mother because she raised me when my mother wasn't around.
The dead of air
The thickness of silence
Coated in negative possibilities
With her words echoing through the shock of my mind.
It is time to say goodbye...
As I gamble with the thought of responding and respecting my elders.
Not able to hold my tongue now because time is of the essence. Its now or never or now or next lifetime.
As the emotions Weil before the surgeons crackling words of such paralytic news. Words and emotions
forgiveness and peace
Nothing to explain what could and would be to come next.
As long as she knows she's loved
And I did everything I could to the point of exhaustion
The unmoved, unloved, yet never foresaken or so she says...
Grandmother, Granny, Grand ma ma
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