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The Passed Away

March 30, 2009
By GuitarGirl15 BRONZE, Huntsville, Alabama
GuitarGirl15 BRONZE, Huntsville, Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin


Ever since you've been gone
I just sit out in the lawn
Hoping I'll make it to May
Or at least through that day

All I remember is your pale,cold face
And my heart's accruing pace
Crying myself to sleep for a week
When comfort's all I seeked

I still can't believe it
It's like the whole funeral was a skit
But the paper read "passed away"
And people were asking if I was okay

So many tears
And my dad's many beers
We all react different
But none of us know where the tears went

We can only hope
And try to cope
Maybe they're in a better place
And you'll once again see their face

The author's comments:
This piece is dedicated to my grandfather who just passed away on Feb. 20, 2009.

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