My most unforgettable pain.
Bundles of water dropping from the rain.
Had to look further again.
In my mind,
Everything was fuzzy behind
it. My grandfather died.
I wish
I was there to kiss
him. But, no chances.
I felt sorry
and worry
about my grandmother.
I was sad
but glad.
He is in peace now.
I live
to forgive
and give.
It was last
year that he passed
away.
I hope
I'd rope
to bring him up from his grave.
"Bundles of water dropping from the rain / Had to look further again." I really like how you read "again" to rhyme with "rain", and also the use of the word "bundles". The best lines in your poem is "I hope / I'd rope / to bring him up from his grave" that gave me the feeling that you want your grandfather back. We always want someone back especially if we loved them dearly. Great great work, Pam! I told you you'd make a great poem. Don't be afraid of your thoughts. Don't let it bring you down. Fight it! ;)
ReplyDeleteYeah right. I will fight 'till the end of it. Ehehe! Thanks though.
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