Undesirable GoodbyeA Poem by Serenity FaithThe picture from left to right~ My older brother, Ryan; me and my Papaw; my Mamaw and my little brother, Elias~
The house across the way,
holds my fondest memories, I'd visit every day, Never dream that they would cease
I'd kiss my Mamaw, on the cheek and hug my Papaw tightly, I said a word I shouldn't speak, one he said "don't take lightly" "Emaline, say this instead, see ya later, or just bye. Never say Goodbye." he said "not until I die." "Goodbye means forever," Papaw, started to explain. "For now we are together, Lord's willin, we'll meet again." I didn't like the thought, of not seeing my best friend. I still preach what he taught. I will until the end Days, months, and years passed my visits grew short and few. I still believed they'd always last Then suddenly, they were through I'll never forget when Papaw died I didn't know what to do "I didn't say the word!" I cried "I didn't say Goodbye to you!" My Mamaw, even though her age, held me within strong arms I was Twelve years old, and lacking courage all I needed was her charm "Don't be sad, Emaline." She said through broken voice "Papaw's walking tall and fine, Instead we should rejoice." time, slowly moved forward on hands, still no more I started shifting shoreward death, then knocked the door I got the call, just days before, my birthday in December She'd had a fall on concrete floor Her pain still strikes me tender 'Mamaw please, just look at me," her body in weak condition. She opened up her eyes to see My mournful disposition. "I love you more than you'll ever know." I said through heart so broken "You've yet to see my daughter grow." Then she replied, with words, soft spoken. "I love you too." She said assured This time, I held my mother Mamaw fell asleep, no longer to endure, Then she stopped breathing further When I pass that house, that's still across the way, the ache is hard to douse, instead I simply pray I can't go knock upon their door to spend my lazy summers They seem like more a myth, a lore so distant, the sound of mummers No longer can I seek advice, when I can't help but cry. the links to heaven, now in God's vice An undesirable said, "Goodbye." © 2012 Serenity FaithAuthor's Note
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Added on July 3, 2012Last Updated on July 28, 2012 Tags: Memory, sadness, childhood, loss, grandparents AuthorSerenity FaithTNAboutIf you truly must know, write me....i promise to write back ^_~ more..Writing
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