Till the End

November 4, 2008
By Jillian Mismas, Highland Hts., OH

Inflicted from the pain of not seeing your face,
The wrinkles under your eyes.
Your fragile, brittle hands with protruding veins.
Every night my regrets turn into cries.

Remembering is so difficult,
The memories so small.
My whole life I must live without you,
How will I even live at all?

I wish we had more time together,
More memories we could have made.
So much time has past,
I fear my memories of you will fade.

You are still and will forever be,
Inside my memories and heart.
Even though since that terrible night,
We will forever be apart.

I search for answers,
That I will never find.
I ask myself one question,
Why did I have to leave you behind?

My tears still cascade down my cheeks,
When I dream of you and I.
The mystery still lingers,
Even when I ask God, why?

Hurt is an understatement when I am asked
How I feel about your absence.
I wish that when I call your name,
I can hear your voice instead of silence.

You were everything to me,
My advisor, my friend.
But more importantly,
You were my grandma till the end.

The author's comments:
I didn't put this word in my poem, but I love you, Grandma. It's been so long since you've been gone, I'm so afraid I won't remember you. I write to keep your memory alive, I write to keep Grandpa's memory alive also. I love you so much, the pain was almost to unbearable, I expressed my pain of lossing you, to how much I love you.

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on Mar. 4 2009 at 9:54 pm
again...GREAT! Keep on writing, you have alot of talent! ALOT of talen!


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