Grandmother-Ifl Contest
I watched her slip under;
The influence of death laid her still.
She would be gone forever,
I felt the grief hit.
We would no longer create delicious cookies;
Sew our first project;
Crochet our first scarf or blanket;
Never hold each other in hugs made of 4 cold hands.
Taken by time;
By age;
By death.
It hurts me in ways I've never felt.
And as I sit over her grave;
Mourning the loss of a grandmother.
I realize she would mourn me,
The loss of her granddaughter.
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