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Last Friday,
my feisty Grandma traversed on,
on to her next life.
scented, shrouded,
en route to her forever-home.

She was 80 years young,
living with family.
They were so careful
She never went out
covid still stole her from us
We want her back

It's these f*cking politicians' fault
they eat, sleep, party, vacay
and all I want is my Grandma back
I love and miss you Grandma. I'll pray for you. I'll see you one again in the future, by our Lord's grace. I wish I could have been there with you, face to face, one last time. You know you were loved. You know how much I adored you. I love and miss you so much
Diesel Feb 25
the strongest woman in the world
encased in body of four-feet:
and tiny hands that stretch alone-
how they've made my everything.
arCamm Feb 23
aged with wisdom & culture
forever symbolic of love
my gentle leaf has fallen

- a.r. Camm
R.I.P. Obaachan
Shady Pines thrive where
We abandon our elders
To wait to whither
Remember the Golden Girls!? Shady Pines was where they'd repeatedly threaten to send Ma whenever her sharp tongue went after too many people's jugulars. rofl.
hmm, a funny anecdote in the midst of a serious topic: elder care neglect. It's all too common. What are the root causes?
Grace Jan 21
Dove dark chocolate
Black coffee with almond biscotti
Raspberries and Engstrom almond toffee
Oma I miss you
I’ll see you in 80 years, or so
Have a cup of mint tea for me

Rosemary and Malbec
Ginger snaps and lavender
Grandma why does my dorm room
Smell like old memories of you

I think I left my sunglasses on the dining room table
The last place I saw you
Dyed blond hair, gold necklace, and your sweet soft smile
You gave me your blue jacket
Perriwinkle blue raincoat
Oma it’s raining
I’m making you tea
Dove, deliver it safely to the clouds above me
Daivik Dec 2020
How was I meant to know
Your last birthday would be the last
Day I would see you smile
Now you are miles
Away,and I miss you all the time

Time is cruel
I'm weak
I miss you
Do you miss me?

I still remember your tender embrace
Your words still linger in my brain
I see your face in my dreams
You never went away
I would want to believe

I would say goodbye
But they aren't good at all
Still I'll cry
For you
The mother of my mom
femininefiction Dec 2020
In twenty days I will be back in Georgia

and I will feel the cold air pierce through my lungs as I stroll through the streets of downtown Atlanta

I will hear the sound of thick, southern drawls singing country songs by a diminished campfire, releasing the smell of burning leaves and Tennessee whiskey

I will see my grandmamas gaze as she welcomes me home with a *** of steaming Jambalaya and White Diamonds perfume

And my sweet souls will smile at me with their crooked teeth that look like mine
They will approach me with their fast paced walks that move like mine
They will laugh at me with innocence, light, and love

Their simple love  
their pure, loyal love
The kind of love that liberates
The kind of love that frees me
from the solitude I hold
So deeply within myself

And I will return to my little apartment
on the eastside of the city

with a memory of enlightenment
With a memory of gratitude
With a memory of grace

To shower you in
To nurture you with
To guide you to
The clear light of day
Mamta Wathare Dec 2020
Grandma is one with the mound of earth again
Like a fallen old flower, her left-over self rests quietly on a tiled-terrain
Her fragrance reaches me, in another corner of another continent, where I hear the words - ‘Grandma died’

Grandma is dead- and the day has rained tears on my bed
I’m drenched Drinking her absence- her presence - drinking in her memory once again
Silence falls, I search for Grandma then… in an old-gold bangle- she wore once
Tomorrow, her dust, bone and ashes will be washed by the river-bed
The river-stream of her will enter the great ocean - it’ll all be one, then- the earth, ocean and the river’s-bed

Her soul has long fled out the world-window into a divine light
I’ll be watching the stars every night...whispering a quiet prayer
Hoping, someday, we meet again… Grandma
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