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Up in Smoke

November 28, 2011
By gracebrindle DIAMOND, Westfield, New Jersey
gracebrindle DIAMOND, Westfield, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"People are screwed up in this world. I'd rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode." - Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story


It was the last thing she gave to me
Before she left, fled, disappeared without a trace
Leaving me wondering, thinking, pondering, clueless
Where did she go?
It smelled of her,
Of cigarette smoke and mints swirled together,
From years spent of black lungs and yellowed fingers,
A string of memories clung to it
A lady bug, a ballet dancer, a hardened angel
A promise, a seal, a kiss whispering, I am always here
She left without a trace, a whisper, a goodbye
Fled the Earth and succumbed to the promises of better things
She left me her memories on a golden chain
And I never got to say goodbye

The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by my grandmother who passed away from lung cancer. The last thing she gave me was a charm bracelet and I never got to go to her funeral because of my age(7) and how far away it was.

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