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I stood on the ledge - rigid. The bitter cold breeze blew my hair in my face as I stared down into the sparkling waves of the sea. I slipped my feet out of my worn down, Nike trainers.
Poem for my dearest nan.
This might not be the best poem.
I feel like a shadow As though I am not really here Such apprehension has gripped my heart Of what do I fear. The world is somehow foreign now.
You lay there (so painfully still), with shallow breath and disarmingly sunken eyes that once shone brightly with the fierce glint of life.
Ett medelålders par från norra USA längtade en kall vinter till värmen och bestämde sig för att åka ner till Florida och bo på hotellet där de tillbringade bröllopsnatten tjugo år tidigare.
She lay there on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, just up. She reached her hand out and let it rest in the empty space beside her.
I tried that morning, to hide the cuts the cement created on my shoulders and wrists and knees. Long boarding was the best way for me to communicate with the dead boy even if I payed with the pain.
This is for my Mother who lost her remaining parent ( her Mother)this Mothers day: An orphan born of time is she The sands of time did shift, reshaping her identity Alone. No Mother.
The sunlight plays on the water's rippling surface, dappling the gentle waves with yellow-white light.
I wish you were here to see me, Today, when I'm so strong. I conquered all my demons. You believed in me all along. I wish you could be proud of me, And see me standing tall.
Her hair flows with the soft wind. I call her name out but she doesn't turn back. I hear the waves roaring louder and louder as she takes every step. The waves seem hungry, hungry for warm human...
You left us today but your still here with me They said you went in your sleep, peacefully. Ninety four years of loving, laughing and crying. I wish I could have seen your smile just one more time.
~2 weeks later~ I am now living with Mama in a crumbling down building called an apartment block. I don't like living here but soon we will be moving back to Japan.
I'll stand here and listen Just a little while To the world waking up With a heartbroken smile It's not that you left me You had no choice I've lost you now That it stole your voice Imagine...
They didn't know she was bleeding inside, It was unclear why she was crying: It happened so suddenly - no time for mourning, And then she told she was dying.
I don't want to go to sleep. I would rather succumb to insomnia than dare close my eyes. The dreams will start, and I don't want them to.
"It's time to let go." my friend said. My mascara was all smudged from my tears. But I didn't care. So be it. Every tear is worth it. " I can't" I whispered.
~5 weeks later~ I am still grieving over Papa and Mama. After the earthquake neither of them were ever found. I was sent to America along with many other orphans of all different ages.
A coolness to the air, A stiffness to the breeze, A host of thoughts and spiderwebs, Of childhood memories.
I stare blindly into an empty glass, the last dregs of bourbon reflecting my lined face, distorting it, ....just as time distorts my thoughts of you... .....oh sure they were good times.
There he lay, still, whole and so beautiful in my arms. I held him tightly as if to let go would mean the end of me and the end of my entire being.
Barney, my nana's pet cat, died a few months ago from stomach cancer. I loved him so so much, and his was the first death i have had to deal with.
He had mixed his powders and potions, his incense the essence of death. Black was his colour of choice today, his alter before him was set.