We got Grandma in the mail today,
Sent from my uncle who lives far away,
I've missed her but ignored it day after day,
Faced with the vial of ashes, I don't know what to think.
It's blue... it should be purple,
She'd hate the color change,
My father played the piano,
It reminded me of her on stage.
Tears came unbidden to my eyes,
I ran to the bathroom in a hurry to hide,
It's been but two months since the day that she passed,
It's proven day by day that this pain will forever last.
Jane / poems
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
