Grandma Brown

January 20, 2012
By , Clarkston, MI
She lies still,
Mummified in her blankets,
With groans of utter pain,

My dad kneels next to her
Holding her hand tight
Watching her sleep,

Everything goes cloudy
I see only outlines
The tears run down my cheeks,

Each time I glance over at my dad,
He looks at her

I lose it

I cry harder each time

It made me think
Of all those times
I could have called her

To say I love you
To ask how’s it going
Or just to say hi

I didn’t

It’s too late.

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