Grandma
Tears
and rain,
sit upon
my eyelashes.
One shows my pain, one washes it away.
The grey clouds are one with my breaking heart.
Shedding their pain
in tune with
my souls
cry
To
accept
that Grandma
is leaving me,
is easier to say than to live through.
Each slowing beat of her heart pierces me.
My second mom,
my best friend,
dying
now.
Her
grace and
wisdom will
stay with me still.
I am, today, the woman she molded.
Touching so many, giving of herself.
Angel on earth,
soon to be
going
home.
For "Tetractys" contest
Hosted by Jared Pickett
Placement: Honorable Mention
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