Tears shattered falling from the

Tears shattered falling from the cold dark night,

Sleep is what I call peace,

But is what i mostly feared.

The night my grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimers's and diabetes, there was no

Doubt in my mind that she was a trooper.

No words descirbed the emptiness

That had reflected upon my grandmother's death.

Spending years watching in silence as her illness spread poisoned my dreams by

Night, and pretending everything was fine

Wasa difficult task.

Joy and passion for life that many idolized

Was a form of reasurance, 

I could not bear the agony within me.

Despite the despair, I placed a white 

Rose on top of my treasured possesion and said goodbye for the

Last time.

This poem is about: 
My family


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