An old movie on the tv,
A book in your hand and a cup of tea.
A normal scene, I do admit,
But on closer glance, it did not fit.
Your skin was pale, and head tilted to the side.
I could not tell what was on your mind.
The book had fallen onto the floor,
And that's when I realised you were here no more.
I called for help, but I had come alone,
It was all I could do to reach for the phone.
Three numbers were pressed,
And I felt a spasm in my chest,
The woman said to just try and do my best.
Later that day, the mourning came.
I cried all day, and couldn't be tamed.
Oh why did I have to be the one to discover,
That a day, you would never see another.
But now you're in a peaceful place,
At least you don't have to chase,
All those little grandchildren, who run around like mad,
And like me, Im sure are extremely sad.
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