Grandmother
Forced to stand tall
I was fearful of the fall
I tried to be brave
Like a strong ocean wave
Knowing I would never see her again
I never knew when,
The day she would take her last breath
The final sign of death.
She was the queen of our household
Many stories would be left untold.
She taught me to be proud,
Never too loud.
Vocal yet polite,
Never get yourself in a fight.
Wear your heart on your sleeve,
It was all so easy to believe.
She will forever be in my heart
I will never rip apart
The memories of her and I,
Always wondering why
She left so soon from my life
Our last conversation a strife.
However there is no other,
That could ever inspire me more than my grandmother.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.