"Little One" No More

The story behind this is pretty much that my grandmother used to call me "little one" because she had Alzheimer's disease and she couldn't remember my name, and I am the youngest.

Two years ago,

Maybe three,

I went to the hospital,

To see how my grandma was doing.

She was unresponsive;

She couldn't speak.

My family asked,

"Do you need a moment?"

And I said no,

But now I wish I took it.

I would've if I had known

That when I called my mom later

To see how grandma was

That she would say

"She's sleeping peacefully".

For I knew what she meant,

And I fell to the ground sobbing,

Dropping the phone.

Just layed there on the cold tile,

Sobbing,

Knowing I was "little one" no more.

I fell asleep there,

And awoke crying,

I couldn't stop

Because I couldn't

Stop her from dying.

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was twelve years old when she died.

Reviews

[Knackers]

that is really good for 12..... I had to watch a relative die.. there was no-one else to be there.. and all the things that go through your mind, and all the thngs you had wished you told them.. know how you feel...

[Nicole]

I love freelance peoms...this is really good