Never more to hold

This is dedicated to my late Grandmother. It is the first of two poems that I wrote for my beloved Nana.

 

Pitter patter it is falling down

Slowly drawing me out

Running me thin

 

Pitter patter as it hits the ground

Pulling the strength out of me

Turning me weak

 

Pitter patter as it floods me

Drowning my warm soul

Tuning me cold

 

Pitter patter as the tears flow

You have left me, Nana

Never more to hold.

Reviews

[Katseye]

A beautiful testament to your Nana and the love you shared.

[Katseye]

A beautiful testament to your Nana.

[kryptonite911]

Death can be so cold and so final and this piece shows that emotion we all feel