June 9, 2009
By mackiedx09 SILVER, Haverhill, Massachusetts
mackiedx09 SILVER, Haverhill, Massachusetts
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You didn’t look like yourself Nana,
in that horrible hospital bed.
Tired, weak, pale
“When are you coming home?” I said.
“Tuesday,” you replied.
And I was filled with relief
Two days and you’d be back home
That was my prayer and belief

But when they called, mom started crying,
She told us, “Nana has passed on.”
I screamed and screamed until I had nothing left
Until my voice and all tears were go ne

You missed my baptism

You missed my first broken bone

You missed eight birthdays, so far

You missed my first real crush

You missed seeing our new home

You missed us finally selling the old red car

But as much as you’ve missed
It simply doesn’t compare
To how much I miss you.
Though I don’t see you anymore
I know you see me
And you’re watching over all I do

That’s why I strive to be my best
That’s why I am who I am now
I strive to be all I can be
Only to make you proud.

The author's comments:
My nana died when I was eight years old. She was an amazing person and remains to be an important part of my life. This poem was written in her memory.

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