Emotions are truly one of a kind,
to each it's own,
they never rhyme.
Each person's feelings are differently shown,
and they happen all of the time.
For me my grief is quite simple,
sometimes the sadness in me will triple.
Or maybe the memories will cause a ripple,
but I will never show how I cripple.
My brother is the opposite,
he wants to cry out like a faucet.
He hides his emotions in a closet,
but sometimes he cannot really pause it.
My father shows his emotions all the time,
he doesn't even care to hide.
Only he is allowed to show that side,
only he is allowed to show that he cried.
My grandma is so very strong,
she barely cries, don't get me wrong,
But grandma I know we still see this fog.
There road we're on is so very long.
My uncle is hurt from grandpa passing,
he feels as if each day he's relapsing.
He doesn't join in on the conversations we're having,
All of this is such a sad thing.
The grief we have is not the same,
it's not something that should bring us shame.
In times of need he was always there,
he always came,
he always cared.
Grandpa was so very rare.
