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Leo 6d
How many years since
Since I saw your eyes gleam
You spoke clear, to mince
your words to cheerful themes.

A thousand generations
Brought your light to bear,
But going beyond it's station;
Age causes the mind to wear.

You wanted to stop.
I know you did.
I didn't want you to drop
Into the night so placid.

But now you're gone,
For a decade at last,
I hear your funeral was 'tres bon'
But I just wanted the past.

My father got mad
That my eyes were so dry,
My heart seeming glad,
But God I wish I could cry.

My heart was emptied
And my soul torn asunder,
And so my grief was muted;
One last final blunder.

It's been years upon years,
Since I grinded under your pestle.
To remember grief, I was told by my peers,
So now I'll remember you, my great grandma Ethel.
Sometimes it's the people you least expect who stay with you forever. I can only hope she's proud of me.
Andra Sep 11
home is where it wasn’t home.

home. it felt more like a place but felt like home when leaving.

home is my brother and his blue eyes.

home is can you make me breakfast and watch TV with me?

home is the hot soup grandma makes.

home is Janis Joplin singing.

home is where birds are chirping dancing.

home is that door never closing.

home. is that door open anymore?

home is Venus… and my cosmos.

home is red and red was home.

home is where it wasn’t home.

home is where i wish was home.

home? where is home anymore?
Emily Sep 6
I wanted to give her roses.
I wanted to call her mine.
My very sweet grandma.
My weak old grandma, mine.

She had a special garden.
We never were allowed to pick.
But then she wanted roses.
So we tried to take.

She was very willing,
She was very kind.
When she needed roses
We all went to find.

I wanted to give her roses,
But then I had to leave.
I wish I have her roses,
But they took her away from me.

All she wanted was roses,
Only a bouquet,
But we couldn't find them.
So we had to leave.

Roses. Roses.
We left to find them
Roses. Roses.
Know that I love you still.

-3nwlry
I had a dream about this awhile ago. I dreamt my grandmother needed an oxygen tank. This was months ago. Now she has one.
Descendant of mainly Mormon pioneers
I didn't expect to find any witches
As I dived into my
Genealogy
But then I opened up
The box in my parent's attick
Called "Maleta's Kid's Keepsakes" and now,

I am feeling pretty
Clueless
About Grandma
Maleta
Did I really know her?

Just processing what's
In that first box
Has me with a million
Questions
I'll never ask
Her...

In person
https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/name/maleta-robinson-obituary?pid=128568102
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Grandma Maleta
Emily Aug 14
I wanted to give her roses.
I wanted to call her mine.
My very sweet grandma.
My weak old grandma, mine.

She had a special garden.
We never were allowed to pick.
But then she wanted roses.
So we tried to take.

She was very willing,
She was very kind.
When she needed roses
We all went to find.

I wanted to give her roses,
But then I had to leave.
I wish I have her roses,
But they took her away from me.

All she wanted was roses,
Only a bouquet,
But we couldn't find them.
So we had to leave.

Roses. Roses.
We left to find them
Roses. Roses.
Know that I love you still.

-3nwlry
I had a dream about this awhile ago. I dreamt my grandmother needed an oxygen tank. This was months ago. Now she has one.
Megan Hammer Aug 5
Carefree kids on bikes, zigzagging their way to Gross Burgers
Their mothers are hookers, methheads, and nurses
Their dads are nowhere to be found.

But they still laugh, pass around a Coca-Cola
Turn up the Kanye and anger the neighbors
Who wear beards and drive trucks with one hand on the wheel

Carefree kids on bikes, eating push-up pops from Mike’s liquor store
They all smell like green sour patch kids - sour, sweet - almost gone.
Until they smell her lilacs beckoning them home, singing their names from a purple stem

She’s our lifeline, pumping blood through us and into our hearts
Carefree kids on bikes, we’ve only got that old lady on the porch
Carefree kids on bikes, who all the moms get rid of,
Ride to the lilacs, where she quietly gives up her last Coke for one of them

And loves them all,
Without caring where they come from.
CoolLen Aug 3
If I saw my grandma today I’d hug her and tell her I understand
I understand why words of affection fell from your lips like young birds unequipped to fly
Why I the love yous were more gestures than genuine
Of courses it was there, it had to be.
that need to remind that you choose life was your receipt for its price
Cause it cost you your youth and taxed your marriage
You meant well, but when you’re a straight shooter there’s bound to be miscues
How can you expect a kid to sail across troubled waters when their sails are clipped by sharp deterring words
Your eyes distant with lack of recognition but you expect connection
A gaze filled with disgust cause you look in the mirror and you don’t like what you see.
A reflection of you that can’t be recognized
Grandma who hurt you?
I know who hurt my mom, but who hurt you?
Kay Jul 16
To the woman who took me on as an extra grandkid when I lost my grandma and never got to say goodbye
I am sorry I couldn't say goodbye to you too.

To the woman who assured me I wasn't a failure and I could do anything I set my mind to
I am sorry I can't be strong right now.

To the woman i lived with for three years
I am sorry I haven't stopped by to visit again.


My heart is so heavy right now
without you I am struggling to breathe.


And even though I hate hugs, I grew to love your hugs.

Rest in Peace Mrs. Houde.
To the woman who past on today... 7/15/19...
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