11:07 | Teen Ink


December 7, 2010
By Crazymexican GOLD, Jay, Maine
Crazymexican GOLD, Jay, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
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Wensday morning you packed you bags
and looked up to the sky with a smile
a tear feel from your eyes
at eleven o' seven
you took your bags and rags
and took a ride up to heaven
to be with your husband Blane
with bruce and dona and Roberta
you exchange your hugs with tears
you look down on us as you enter the golden gates
blow a kiss and say good bye
you see us cry and cry and cry
 but we try to go back to a normal life
its hard grammy i'm sorry
but your with them and i'm glad
your pain is gone well miss you so
but from our minds you'll never go

The author's comments:
what inspired me to create this poem is the memory and death of my grandmother

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nina.chvz said...
on Dec. 19 2011 at 6:55 pm
Aw so sad. Very nice.