My Life in the Abstract

100 Years

So... This one I wrote a while ago when my stepdad's grandmother died... I didn't really know her, but I heard a lot about her and it made me really depressed at the time... :'( 

But yeah, I don't understand this poem at all, so don't ask me what's it about exactly or what anything was implying... 

I don't usually follow patterns and writting schemes when it comes to petry because I can't even rhyme to save my life... Really, you don't wanna know how I potentially failed at having two hours to write a shakesperean sonnet in class for a final... *shudders* xD BUT with this one I sort of wrote only three words per line. I don't know why I did that, so don't ask me either. :) But yeah... here it is....

100 Years

"Along life."

She was crying

"A life that has

Surpassed us all."

The priest read

Thought the funeral

He was sad

Everyone was sad

"A hundred is

A big round

Number." Mother says

I wasn't sure

I understood her

"But why did

She have to

Go?" I asked

"She was old,

It was her

Time to walk

Thought the portals

and to heaven,

She will be

In peace now."

Mother replied in

A quiet whisper

"But after all

She has done?

Why does she

Have to be

punished for it?"

I said quite

Loud that the

People around us

Looked at me

"Death is not

A punishment, it

Is a reward.

She was lucky

to have lived

So long."Mother

Said with tears

In her eyes

Ad we turned

To walk home

"Grandmother was 99."

I said emotionlessly

Mother didn't reply