Unknown

For the passing of a life.

It came, the sorrow.

Here I write, and here I know.

The end is near…

I have shed few tears,

but I…felt.

I know there is a chance,

if only a small flare.

 

Here the sorrow is understood.

We know here as it is

written.

The sorrow, the requiem.

the song. It rings here clear.

I understand. I know.

 

I write.

Author's Note

I never knew my grandmother. I never knew who she was, what she loved, or what her favorite color was. I only knew her as a dying shell of life who couldn't remember who her family was. I wish I could have grieved for her death, but I couldn't.
This was for her passing.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

very touching and poetic. a nice farewell to the matriarch of your clan. my father suffered dementia in his last two years and i feel your sorrow deeply. nice write!