For Meme, I love you so.
I remember the day my grandmother
Said her last coherent sentence
"Things have a way of piling up."
She whispered so faintly I question if she even said it at all.
Between the pills and her constant confusion
I might be making something out of nothing
But that doesn't mean she didn't know what she was saying.
Things have a way of piling up she screamed
like boxes and boxes of words left unsaid
words that break
words that mend
words that forge
words that end
things have a way of piling up she cried
like stacks of old photographs.....
in her mind...
gathering dust....
They show painful memories
sharp like daggers
they show love and hope
warm like embers
they show sadness like rain
Happiness like sunshine
they show her life but she doesn't recognize those faces in the photographs
... gathering dust
things have a way of piling up she whispered
she doesn't know what
she cannot remember
she stares blankly at the pictures
tracing them sloooowly
her eyes rise to the ceiling
though she knows she won't find anything holy
And she knows things have a way of piling up
if only
if only
she could remember what.
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STAI LEGGENDO
Poetry That Breathes
PoesiaJust poems I've entered these into contests and won some. I don't really enter anymore. I hope you vote and comment!