Five Minutes

I wrote this poem when I was 11 years old; after my grandmother died and I read it at her funeral. Writing it helped me grieve and come to terms with her death.

If you came back for  five minutes I would:

Hug you as hard as I possibly could.

I forget what your arms feel like around me,

Having you here would make me feel so free.

Five minutes isn't long but I would smile,

Seeing you for any time would be worthwhile.

It has been so long since I've seen your face,

I would sit and talk with you any place.

I know the time would go so very quick,

Saying goodbye would make me sick.

Despite all the pain I would laugh out loud.

I hope you would say I have made you proud.

Five minutes isn't nearly long enough.

To choose what to say would be really rough.

I know the words I would need to get too:

Please don't go Grandma because I need you.