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What they don't tell you when she's gone.
December 4, 2024
They don't tell you,
About the memories flooding back.
Painting bird houses together,
And listening to her sing.
You flip through them,
Like pages in a book,
Each one making you cry a little more.
They don’t tell you,
About the fingertips,
Longing to be able
To type that “Happy Birthday” message.
Or the lips,
Longing to say,
“I love you” to her one more time.
They don’t tell you,
How broken you’ll feel,
The tears you’ll shed.
Or how you’ll want to share something with her,
Before quickly realizing,
You no longer can.
They didn’t tell me that.
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This is a poem I wrote explaining the things I wasn't told I would have to feel or go through when my grandma died.