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Jenna Roberts Poem
As I stood in the dark room
Filled with grief,
Memories of air shows, homemade cookies, and “fun”
Flushed my mind
I kept telling myself,
“It’s not my grandpa..Is it?”
Then I realized, from all the tears and suffering,
It was my grandpa.
I had so much fun with my grandpa
I didn’t believe what I was about to accept.
As the hospital machines beeped,
There was a new tear shed.
The grief from my grandma passing on,
Still pain in my heart.
Now it’s my grandfather suffering.
It was the last time I was going to see him,
And I knew it.
As I walked up to my weary grandfather
And the wobbly hospital bed
I cried.
Knowing exactly what to say
I reached out with comforting hands
Grasped my grandpa with a tight squeeze
And said I love you for the last time.
Copyright © Jenna Roberts | Year Posted 2008
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Jenna Roberts Poem
some people call it hell, and others the opposite.
nothing is perfect, so when is the human race going to stop it?
never is the answer.
we are only being taught once how to live life.
so come on, you can get a high five.
you live your life the way you want.
so go on, and flaunt.
but that doesn't always get you where you planned.
why didn't we get a book,
of rules of life...
in hand?
you have to learn to love and learn to hate.
why couldn't it be easier? we have what we got and that is called fate.
why are the crime rates so high
and why is it so hard to say goodbye?
because life wasnt meant to be easy.
and that's always going to be the answer.
so as they say,
let the haters hate and let the rich flaunt.
because unlike most, they live for taunt.
you never know when good or bad is coming your way.
so all you can do is pray.
life can open or close doors, bad or good.
just be prepared and dont be misunderstood.
dont get caught up in this game,
because you'll be the one to blame.
so shoot for the stars and expect the lightening.
that's my definition of life, how inciting?
Copyright © Jenna Roberts | Year Posted 2010
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