Missing Her

June 13, 2012
By Nikkihearts15 BRONZE, Granite CIty, Illinois
Nikkihearts15 BRONZE, Granite CIty, Illinois
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A young girl of thirteen years,
With a relationship with her grandma that could not be broken,
Couldn’t grasp one of her biggest fears,
She gave her grandma a small, thoughtful token,
Of which was a small, silver, friendship ring,
As time passed the ring became too big for her finger,
And the girl would miss hearing her grandmother sing,
Though, she was not much of a singer,
Two months was what they had given her grandma to live,
The whole family was in shock and sad,
She had such a tendency to give,
They had no idea how things could end quite this bad,
My grandma has long since passed,
Though, the time never really goes by that fast.


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem because I feel that a lot of people my age are going through tough losses. I wanted to share my story and let people know that they are not alone.

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