my dear grandmother

my dear grandmother

A Poem by k.m.b.

It’s been 7 months without you

That's 222 days without you here

And each of them has hurt worse than the last


I have learned to live without you

Without your sweet voice

Without your meaningful advice

Without your arms to run to whenever something went wrong


But I will never

Ever

Get over you not being here


I will continue to look for you sitting in the window of your old house on Bridge Street

I will continue looking for you in the bleachers at my games

I will continue writing you these letters, that you will never read


Rest easy, my sweet grandmother


The one who raised me

In hope

In love

And in faith


You have instilled in me a sense of self worth


You never let me forget how proud I made you

How much potential I have

And how much joy I brought into your life


My best friend, my grandmother


I am sorry for all the times I left you feeling unappreciated

I am sorry for not coming around as much as I grew older

I am sorry for not visiting at the hospital as much as I should have


Not a day goes by that these things don’t haunt me


How unfortunate that you had to pass for me to realize

I should’ve been there more often

Listened more often

And loved more often


But I know you would not want me feeling this way


You have taught me so much

And this is just another lesson I can be thankful for


I will no longer take people for granted

I will always tell people how much they mean to me

Like I did when you were lying on your death bed

And squeezed my hand as an “I love you too”


Thank you my wonderful, kind hearted grandmother

For this awful thing, I was able to find the good in

© 2016 k.m.b.


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Have you been in my head? I'm teasing of course but I was raised by my grandparents too, they were taken when I was young, before I could fully appreciate them, and so many things you said here are things that I still feel. And NO, you never get over it, but you do take comfort in the fact that the person you are today would make them proud. I am sure she would applaud your bravery. As always, great honesty!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

k.m.b.

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much, i'm glad you could relate.



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it reminds me of my grandfather though.
I was with him on his last days
but
on his death day early morning I left to meet some friends and before leaving he asked me to stay where I compensated my leave with a promise I will return back soon . but when I returned back he was taking his last breathes
very relatable
I understand the pain of this loss.

Posted 8 Years Ago


k.m.b.

8 Years Ago

oh my goodness, almost the same exact thing happened to me. I left to go to school that morning and .. read more
Have you been in my head? I'm teasing of course but I was raised by my grandparents too, they were taken when I was young, before I could fully appreciate them, and so many things you said here are things that I still feel. And NO, you never get over it, but you do take comfort in the fact that the person you are today would make them proud. I am sure she would applaud your bravery. As always, great honesty!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

k.m.b.

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much, i'm glad you could relate.
In all honesty I love this and It hurts to ser it. I just lost my grandmother and my grandfather.
the pain is rather new to me just easier to hide...
this is a really good write great job

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

k.m.b.

8 Years Ago

I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, its tough losing such important people in your life. I hope my.. read more
annalysiar

8 Years Ago

It did after i cried lol it was a very reaching story

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