The Locket
My hand held my great-grandma’s hand
The silence overwhelming,
Her condition making me mad.
Why God? Why her?
Taking away the one I love
She slips something rough into my palm
I opened it up and see a heart shaped necklace.
“ It is a locket,” she says.
“ From me to you. One final memory, but we will see each other soon.”
She kissed me and I hugged her tight.
I cried my last few tears the next night.
Her funeral was sad and devastating.
My Uncle going crazy screaming, “ Momma!”
People far and wide in our family showed up.
Aunties, uncles, cousins, too.
Some people who Ge-Ge knew.
We all grieved for an hour or so.
We went our separate ways and on our way home
I cried for a week, then tried to move on.
I opened the locket she gave me and saw empty hearts on the inside.
I guess she wants me to create some memories by just remembering her.
Either way, I will never forget her.
I love you, Ge-Ge.
R.I.P
Lillian Lacey
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