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Connie Marcum Wong
death, grandmother, loss, mother,
Easter brings back sad memories.
My mother died on Good Friday.
She was a bible scholar and quoted
Jesus's words every day to us kids.
I remember her love for lavender,
Her operatic gentle voice singing to us.
How she loved little children with joy
And what a great grandmother she was.
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1. Death's Cold Hand
feelings, grandmother, grief, love,
Her wrinkles were joy-flecked twinkled
with facial lines brightly smile crunched.
Her eye shade vague, but love sprinkled
from decades of holding faith bunched.
She prayed steady,
her praise ready.
Her giggle rendered me tickled.
Her heart-ways raised me cherish-touched.
Loving my Gram much, tears trickled
the morning I found her death clutched.
Not one gray hair
lacked my despair.
March 10, 2018
anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,
Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.
death, grandmother, me,
I Remember last Wednesday,
I can see your smile, your eyes.
If I only knew it was the last day
I would have only stared into those eyes.
Where are you?
If I only knew
You used to visit me one day
Every week after school,
Always on Wednesday,
That was a Golden rule.
Now I know you rest,
And I always keep in mind:
to me you were the best.
Bobby Snyder III
death, emotions, granddaughter, grandmother, life, lonely, loss,
Your heart is in shambles
You cry, but still can't shake the pain
But I am in a better place now
For, I had so much more to gain.
As I entered the pearly gates of heaven
And walk the streets of gold
I am now with our savior
And I know my story has been told.
I am watching over you, Granddaughter
No more suffering for me
My heart is with you all
And my soul has been set free.
Our memories will last forever
Now don't you fret nor' cry
Again, someday we will be hand in hand
Then together we will fly.
age, analogy, anger, beautiful, bereavement, eulogy, grandmother,
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I stepped out into th Monday morning rain,
'Cause where else can she be,
But in th rain;
But on my skin.
I'm at ease,
Where my heart is.
She's at ease,
Where her heart is.
Always will be,
Evermore with me.
Like th rain,
Comes to a drizzle
But my love,
Like her love,
Goes on forever.
I look'd out into th Monday morning rain,
'Cause where else can I find myself-
But in th rain,
Under my skin;
I'm at ease.
Drift into the depths.
Submerged you are beyond sight,
But you are still here.
care, death, eulogy, family, farewell, funeral, goodbye, grandmother, grief, heaven, how i feel, hurt, i miss you, mom, mother son, philosophy, psychological, sad, spiritual, spoken word, uplifting,
Death was dreaded.
The day arrived.
The bond was broken,
The memories ended,
There was grey nothing.
Two sides of death.
In memory of my mother
adventure, allegory, angst, beautiful, boyfriend, brother, child, dad, daughter, death, depression, devotion, faith, father, fear, forgiveness, freedom, funeral, girl, grandfather, grandmother, growing up, happiness, hope, introspection, life, loss, love, miracle, mom, mother, mystery, places, sister, soldier, sorry, sympathy, uplifting, war, wife, woman, women,
Strange or not
Odd and fun.
That’s not all
And still are
Strange and odd.
life is life.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move
Lies are life.
Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.
Lies are truth.
Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.
Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.
Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Truth will live.
Truth will be.
death, family, grandmother, song, sorrow,
There are many days I miss her,
A powerful and unique lady,
What truly deters,
Is why he married again.
I remember back when,
She always wanted to hear my voice.
I was too shy and nervous to begin,
Soon I had the courage but I lost my choice.
She never got to hear me sing,
Never heard a tuneful tone.
It crushed my soul my everything,
Made my heart completely stone.
I wish I would've had the skill,
To sing for this vessel of knowledge.
After she left it went all downhill,
I won't even forget you when I'm in college.
I will always miss your lovely smile,
If I performed for you, it would be worthwhile.
Ma-Maw will remain in my heart,
For I hope to never fall apart.
Again death swirls its black finger
around the aura of pristine ponds.
That now sprout the stoutest weeds
where sleepy lilies and emerald songs used to breathe
where souls once rested so naturally.
Again death swirls its black finger
leaving me slightly paler than a happy life
I'm never quite as fleet as death,
(the cigarette popped party balloon,
the darkest swayback horse..at best)
age, butterfly, death, faith, grandmother,
She lay upon her bed of pain;
the chrysalis grew dull and gray;
the colors which we knew as her
were fading fast, so fast, away;
but, underneath the fragile clay,
we saw new colors burning through
of soul triumphant in its flight
approaching Glory's avenue.
It seemed we heard her spirit groan,
her frail flesh tremble beneath the weight
of wings fast-pulsing with new life
and yearning for the Infinite.
She's free! Her dewy wings soft-dried
by hovering angel's gentle breath
have lifted once, now twice they stir
and find the air: can this be death?
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
beautiful, cancer, death, goodbye, granddaughter, grandmother, sunshine,
You are my sunshine
my only sunshine.
She would sing every morning, as she would clean.
You make me happy
when skies are grey.
Her voice was like an angel.
She sung so beautifully.
You will never know dear, how much we love you.
It's ok maw maw, you can let go now,
You don't have to stay and suffer anymore.
Close your eyes, I'll hold your hand.
She then took her last breath, I knew she couldn't stay.
God why did cancer, have to take my sunshine away.?
sympathy, funeral, depressiongrandmother, grandmother,
My Grandmother I miss her so
Her smiling face when I see her
She could always make my day better
But she had gotten ill
Went to a better place
My grandmother I miss her so
Is always in my heart and soul
She will always be forever and always.
My Grandmother I miss her so
death, faith, family, grandmother, native american, spiritual,
It has been years since you've been gone;
Yet I hear your voice say "Carry On".
I repeat to myself your name out loud;
I hear you say " Child, you make me proud".
I sing a song in your praise;
You echo back "You've kept my ways".
I say a prayer of peace for you;
A single feather confirms you knew.
Grandmother, I shalll visit you again;
"A'Ho my child" rang in the wind.
I came in tears, but leave in peace;
"Be well, dear one" whispered in the breeze
Darlene Doll Smith
absence, death, grandmother, grief,
You will find me again
In the place you’ve never been
Once everything’s said and done
In the heart of the autumn sun
When the weather drips its hues
Faint, fading colors
the leaves will lose
Drop to the earth
with a hint of white
Falling under trees
In the days’ waning light
Waves of Gold grown old
All your secrets and troubles untold
You shall call and I will hide
Forever will I be by your side
nana ayisha yakubu
death, grandmother, peace,
She went up to heaven, holding the angel’s hand
My great grandma Hajia
Died and went to heaven
She is watching over me
With the weariness of
A mother hen watching
Her newly hatched chicks
She likes it up there
She is having fun
With all the people there
She misses the people she
Left behind that day
In the room
The angels took away
Something I treasure so much
We miss her
I miss her
I will always love her
She went up to heaven
Holding the angels hands.
death, grandmother, grandson, grief, mom, remember, sad,
How do you grieve the loss of a loved one?
How can you possibly be expected to carry on?
How do you cope when a loved one is hurting?
How do you cope with the loss of your Mom?
You remember the good times you spent together;
You remember the times you laughed and cried.
You remember your loved one always, forever;
You forget the fact your loved one has died.
They wouldn’t want to see you sad;
They would want to see you laugh.
They wouldn’t want you to suffer in silence;
Remember their love, for it is the best you will ever have.
So goodbye Nan,
Goodbye my loved one.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
daughter, father, grandfather, grandmother, grief, life, lost, mother, pain, people, sister, son, wife, women,
Like us than
You will ever know.
Not of stone
But of fear.
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
death, family, love
Waves come crashing
and my heart weeps again
rhythmically sensing your soul there…
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 19, 2010
Poetic form: Cinquain
absence, bereavement, conflict, death, family, grandmother, religion,
First of all, Grandma left us.
Now Grandma’s gone to be with the Lord
But thank God I know better.
O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?
I could pour out all the questions
But thank God, I know better.
It’s just a playback of the same old
Why You? Why Now? Why Lord?
Sufficient whys till infinite eternity
But thank God I know better.
Thank God I know better
That in Christ, it’s never goodbye
See You Later Grandma.
@SEPTEMBER 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
beautiful, dark, death, dedication, family, farewell, fear, grandmother,
Light is almost clear
The morning is here
Beautiful light, beautiful moment
Your grandmother and all it has been
Now or then before a sunrise moment.
grandmother, grief, self,
You always said
you were proud of me.
Even now, I can't imagine why.
Holding fast to reality,
from the bottom
we can only climb.
Perhaps it was pity
clouding your judgment;
guilt to keep expectations
Then you always did
though the burden was never yours to hold.
I was a troubled soul
for so many reasons,
none of which was from a lack of your grace.
So shine it down upon my face,
because I need it now
more than ever.
You were my angel in disguise,
the fairest I ever knew.
I loved you then
and I love now,
so rest in peace
death, grandmother, grief, how i feel, loss, missing you,
Does it still matter?
Do we still care?
Could we open our eyes and see you standing there?
Have you really gone to a much better place?
Have you yet seen a familiar face?
Will we someday see you again?
Where there are women and there are men?
Higher than the birds can fly, way up in the sky.
Over the rainbow and through the clouds,
Could we again hear you laugh out loud?
Where i shall see you and you shall see me,
A place where everything and everyone shall be free.
A place for you and a place for me.