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George Anthony May 2017
time to say goodbye, they say
ten years and counting—
eleven after May

you never get over the loved ones you lose
the pain just fades a little,
like the bump leaving the bruise

you're a scar on my broken heart,
permanent and painful
but i love you like art

time to say goodbye, they said
nearly eleven years
nana, why'd you have to be dead?

they told me to move on so gouge out my eyes,
I'm tired of being subjected
to seeing a world where you're not alive
Yours was the first and last funeral I cried at.
Zellie Eugenie, embodiment of  French elegance,
  consummate graciousness of a native Texan,
a lady ever and always, so delicate and so strong.

You are still my role model, Nana,
even far away, where you live now.

Your voice stays vibrant in my heart,
even after all these years of you living in Heaven.

It was a summer afternoon, expansive, warm,
like the residual, slight drawl of your San Antonio accent,
when I brought a little bucket of these dark, juicy berries,
picked from your own tree, into your sunny, quaint kitchen.

My parents were rarely away, so this time
when we could just be the two of us,
me staying in your ruffly, cosy guest room,
was treasured by us both, and each.

This, as it turned out, would be the day when I learned
to bake my first pie, beginning a life
devoted to fine cuisine that still stays at my core.

Your hands, feminine and capable,
skillfully gathered flour and shortening
into the shaggy, powdery ball of promise
that establishes each new pie crust.

I think you taught me then how to use tapioca,
added to the berries, to soak up some of that
deeply purple juice, as this first pie
bubbled to completion in your well-used oven.

Every time I use my mother's solid maple
rolling pin, sliding it forward on my palms,
I am one with her, and with you.

Do you get to see each other in God's home?

Or do you live in different neighborhoods?

All I know for sure is that you both reside,
forever adored, respected, emulated,
as best as I know how, inside of me...
from whence these tears pour, blurring
what I can see of what I humbly write
to bring you closer to us, way down here.

Zellie Eugenie DuBarry Downing Regan Wright,
your courage in following your heart, and withstanding,
as you must have, the criticisms of a world, of a society,
that likes to put us in categories, especially as women,
still informs my own courage under similar circumstances.

And so honour and admire any and all couples who remain together,
loving, supporting, respecting one another,
while allowing each other to grow into more of themselves.

Some of us, having put everything we have into each,
yes, each, of our marriages, have yet to reach the place
where we are on equal footing with our one true beloved.

May the dear Lord continue to watch over us,
as we bend and search and grow, and may we, too,
even much later in life, know what it is to be happily married.
©Elisa Maria  Argiro, 27th December, 2016
Daydreaming Oct 2016

24 october 2016,
Monday never felt so blue.
Lived for 74 years in this warm planet,
It took you 7 years to go after your sister,
I didn't cry when i heard the news because i already knew.

I wasn't as strong as i thought,
When the sun was burried by the moon,
The night sky let down it's tears,
As a sign for their grief i guess,
Because mine does too.

I may not have done everything that you asked me to do so,
I am sorry
I am sorry.

I think me and my dad's love for chocolates descended from you,
So does our sense of humor

I am sorry i have been so busy lately,
I swear i am not neglecting you,
But time is merciless.
I remember you wanted to go to that park, which I haven't taken you yet because you are already gone

On my 17th birthday,
I visited you in that hospital
Your eyes were not clear and seemed dim, it doesn't shine as it used to
Your hands tremble everytime you move, but you are still using the black watch that my dad gave you,
You said you were getting better
And you will be home soon
In your hoarse voice
That will be my most-bitter birthday
Because I didn't picture it'll be like that,

I want to take you and everyone else to go somewhere,
But you are already gone before i had the chance to do so


I may not have remembered everything that has happened these past 17 years,
But i will always remember your bedtime-stories that you told me in that orange room,
Or when you laugh inside our old-minivan
Or when you tried to scare me to go to sleep the night i slept in your house
Or when you told me to eat everything that you have cooked..
Which i rarely do,
I'm sorry.

Everything seems too late when you want to say sorry
But i am probably late,
Too late.

That house wouldn't be the same without you,
My childhood days lies there,
Underneath our feet,
Within you.
1942-2016
Ryan Hoysan Oct 2016
There so much I want to say to my dear old friend...
But I doubt I could even manage to hold my pen in my hands...
My nana (great grandmother) passed away recently. I was probably closer to her than I ever have been or ever will be with anyone else. Until today she has been a constant each and every single day of my 18 years of life. And even though she's passed and not here anymore she will always have that very same spot in my heart, reserved just for her. You will always be in my heart and my thoughts. I always wanted to make you proud of me and I'm going to do my **** best to make that happen. I love you nana, give 'em hell.
The day you left
My world felt different
Empty and cold
I can still feel you
Like you never left
I see your face everywhere I go
I can still see your body
Just laying there tired and lifeless
I wanted to scream and cry
I wanted you to wake up and open your eyes
kenny Diamond Dec 2015
The holidays are hard for me  I think about the times we shared and love u showed me. You never asked for anything but was always there for me. I think of you tears roll down my face . I wish we could spend another holiday together. I will always love you in my heart you were like mother to me. i miss you nana rip
Michaela Ferris Nov 2015
Now that you’re gone and I’m here on my own
I never knew that you’d made this feel like home
What do I do now that you’ve gone?
I hope your happy there with your place in the stars
‘Cause now I’m down here all alone in the dark

Please, if I could turn back the hands of time
I would finally get to say my last goodbye
Then maybe you would know how I really felt
And I wouldn’t be left here wondering.
If you are out there…
If you can hear me tonight please know
I wasn’t ready to let you go!

I promise you I will stay strong
I know that you wouldn’t want us all to cry.
There are so many things we never got the chance to say
But if you can hear me tonight
Please know that I love you so!

Please, if I could turn back the hands of time
I would finally get to say my last goodbye
Then maybe you would know how I really felt
And I wouldn’t be left here wondering.
If you are out there…
If you can hear me tonight please know
I wasn’t ready to let you go!

Oh please, don’t let me walk through this alone!
I ask you to give me your hand to hold
I know you’ll guide us through the night
And I promise you, I’ll try to do you proud.

The birds keep singing outside my window
And I watch how they fly away.
One day I will ride upon their wings
Over mountains and the stormiest seas just to see you
Where we will never have to say goodbye again.

Oh, oh, ohhhhh
Please, if I could turn back the hands of time
I would finally get to say my last goodbye
Then maybe you would know how I really felt
And I wouldn’t be left here wondering.
If you are out there…
If you can hear me tonight, please know
I wasn’t ready to let you go.
I've written this as a dedication to my nana who sadly passed away on the 20th October... R.I.P Nana - Gone but Never Forgotten. I'm sorry I never got to say goodbye.
Michaela Ferris Oct 2015
I know you’re slipping away, fading away
And I can’t be there.
They say your giving up now
But I know you’re a fighter, so please hold on.
I can’t bear to see you go yet,
Please hold on, I’ll come back home
Nana, please make it through the night…

Please, if there’s a god above I’m begging you
Don’t let this be the last time, I won’t get to say goodbye
I’m asking for a chance to let her stay.
Please if you hear me, let her make it through this lifetime
don’t take her away from us, too many will be heartbroken
I won’t be there to wipe away my little sisters tears at night.
Please I’m begging, Nana make it through the night.

I’m praying that this is just a nightmare
And that when I wake tomorrow it will be fine.
I never thought it would hurt this much
But oh how I’m wrong, how know they will hurt much more.
Please Nana, I know you’re tired and I know you must want the pain to stop
And I wish for anything in this world that could
But I just want to see your face again…
Please Nana, just make it through the night.
A Lopez Oct 2015
Handprints I left on the window of the homemade bread factory
When I was thirteen years of age.
That was my time of adolescent memory,mixed with moral decay.
My father had left me, mother was sold out to ***, pills, and her grave.
I was a fiber bug to the world of technology,
Just trying to escape.
The homemade bread factory was Nana's. My daddy's mother.
Me and Nana cooked real Mexicali dishes, made butterfly catches, and dream catchers to go with my teen wishes.
Nana's house was the bread factory.
The factory no longer up and runs.
How I miss Nana, her cooking, her being momma and daddy both.
I miss Nana's love the most,
How our Nana's can be daddy and mother at the same time.
Gods gift to any grandbaby.
Rest
Peacefully sweet Nana
R.I.p
Maria boudega conshito.
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