Unshed tears

Unshed tears

A Poem by Rhianne Ney
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who? what? where? how? why?

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One night,
my mother received a call,
saying someone died,
What? When? Who? Why? How?
she told me
that it was my stepgrandfather,
I met him before,
But that was long ago,
how will I react?
shall I cry?
I searched my heart,
I felt nothing,
Nothing but emptiness.
I'm not sad because he's dead.
why? I know I should shed tears,
I should cry,
but what's wrong?
I just can't feel it,
as if nothing happened,
as if a stranger just died.
I really want to shed tears,
but my eyes wont obey me.
24/8/12

© 2012 Rhianne Ney


Author's Note

Rhianne Ney
This poem is not related with "I met him.. today" (the first one about my greatgrandpa)
This states about my stepgrandfather who died last thursday...
I am depressed that I wasn't able to cry.... *cowers in a corner*

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My sweet young child, your soul has wisdom. I read your reviews after the poem. Others see this as well. I saw abit of myself in your youth of grasping the future and conveying feelings of growth in the penning of words. I am 55 and have had many experiences with death. Some I had shed no tears over, some I have. Though we all grieve, we all don't grieve alike. Just because no tears came does not mean that you are without compassion. Tears hold many emotions, anger~joy~sadness~depression and so forth. You are fine, ask the heavens above for the answer that you seek. Sometimes there is none. Your grief comes thru in writing of it and your step-grand-father knows this. I felt as a 14 yr old when I read this. I became young again, like you in a way, full of wondering, full of question, full of life. Thank you for this. I will share a few that I wrote at your age. You relayed your emotions elequently. O:) We have a hurricane upon us now (the outer bands of it) and will write them down later and send in mail. In a few days. Blessings young lady...I do hope your mother is fine with the news. ~

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Rhianne Ney

12 Years Ago

she's quite surprised but she quickly got over... She cried a lot for her real father...



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Pax
hmm..maybe you both are just not that closed enough to trigger some happy moments with him if you have any. Condolence to you my friend.
nice poem

Posted 12 Years Ago


Rhianne Ney

12 Years Ago

Thanks... (:
If he was never there then I would understand why. There wasn't anything to miss or cry about. "I met him.. today" sounds good. Great poem. Free writing poetry is really fun.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Rhianne Ney

12 Years Ago

sorry to confuse but "I met him... today" is another poem...
Thanks for the review.... I just.. read more

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Rhianne Ney
Rhianne Ney

Baguio City, the city of cold temperature, Philippines



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