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I'm my mother's blood and bone
Features on my face are shown
Identical birthing hips
More alike the more I have grown  

And same bit of mischief is harbored in my eyes
In a slightly browner shade to focalize
Motionless in front of reflection transfixed
Cannot help but overanalyze

But on a binge of self-pitying despair
How can I mosey forward with only memories there?
Similarities between are reminders everywhere I turn
Her soul absent and I am all too aware

It comes and goes in undulations of pain
Lost in labyrinth lurking in my brain
Crippled by spilled love that will never return
Only empty echoes within broken heart remain
I look at the mirror and see half of my mother in all I do and it kills me
Every Sunday afternoon, like clockwork,
You'd welcome me with chocolate-stained hands
And that warm smile that crinkled your eyes
Just like a real grandmother's would.

The pudding cake was always waiting,
Dark and moist, your special recipe
That took three hours to perfect—
Each minute a labor of love.

You'd pile chocolate ice cream on top
Until it melted into rivers of sweet cream,
Creating pools of memories
That I still swim in today.

Not my blood, they'd say,
As if that mattered
When you fed my soul
With more than just cake.

Your kitchen was my sanctuary,
Your heart my inheritance
Proving some grandmothers
Are chosen by love, not birth.
Rest in peace Mrs.Beth
ben dover Jan 31
i knew what i was destined to do,
to be,
to see
the surface of the water had broken
splattering liquid across the lakes surface
causing more and more ripples  
making my impact
only to slowly drift away losing momentum
slowly one day being forgotten...
making the water clear once again.
i wanted to make a poem called clear
Robert J Howard Nov 2024
48 going on 50.

Staring at the ceiling.

The ***** crack.

No sleep.

Feeling numb.

Arm outstretched.

Rip.
A friend.
ZACK GRAM Oct 2024
He died G
We wrote it
The only proof I had
Just died
5 duffle bags
Tupac rob me he died
I wrote a poem last week
My brother died today
Only proof
Now everyone dies with their lies
This is ******

I'm Next G an they Got me 2 times last week

If I die I was murdered

Z Out
Funeral
Sam S Sep 2024
In the quiet of familiar places,
We feel the space you once filled,
A gentle ache that lingers on,
A friendship time can’t still.

Old friend, now part of the past,
Your laughter echoes, faint but true,
A whisper in the wind’s soft breath,
Always bringing thoughts of you.

“Sometimes you hit the bar, sometimes the bar hits you,”
You’d say with a grin, wise and wry.
Your words linger like a toast raised high,
A reminder of how you lived, unafraid to try.

Though years may dim the memories,
And days stretch long and wide,
You remain within our hearts,
A presence by our side.

Missed, yet never far away,
Your light continues to stay.

RIP
Leigh
Lost to soon. Will always cherish every moment.
ZACK GRAM May 2024
STL
STC
STP
NILEMUSSISSIPPI
JUNCTION
MANHATTAN
GREAT LAKES
REAL O'Fallon
THE REAL LOUP
OUT THE LOOP
OFF THE LUPE
COUNTRY GRAMMAR
RIP BERRY
THE HOUSE OF PAINT
MUNICIPLE
OOPS STATE
STC STP OFL
**** POPS
**** HOLLYWOOD
CROSS THE BORDER
IN THE WAY HOME STL
1 WAY IN 1 WAY OUT
DONT BE FRANK
NO DOUBT
STL
STC
STP
Dear Charles
babygirl45 Jan 2024
My memories are what I have left,
and a lesson I will not forget.

The time has come when time is no more
and all that's left was once before.

The memories so dear and true,
those memories of me and you.

Although we fell and stumbled at times,
all those hills were necessary climbs.

All the times when your heart shined through
are the greatest memories I have of you.

I will always remember you, brother of mine.
In my heart I will keep you, so I will be fine.

I will go forward with my head up high.
It might be hard, I cannot lie.

But in my heart you will be,
moving forward, you with me.
Rip Charles Edward Evans you went to soon bro you was only 22 years olds
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