Sadness

July 24, 2008
By Brianna Dallman, Janesville, WI

It looks like the little box and Bottles my grandpas ashes are in
It sounds like the guns going off at his funeral for the 21 gun salute
He was a marine
It feels like i'm going to explode with tears
I will miss him ever so much
It tasts like the salty tears sliding slowly down my face
It smells like the rag doll he gave me
The last thing he will ever give me
It smells like cinammon
Sadness is my Grandpa dying
It is never being able to hear him say to me,
"hows my little redhead?"

The author's comments:
i wrote this after my grandfather died (my mothers dad) when i showed my mom she started to cry as well, it was a very hard time for us.

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