my poems

Mourning Came

Asleep morning came,

like the rest but not the same,

people cried her name.

Losing hope that she would rise,

never opening her eyes.

      Authors note: My grammy passed away yesterday to cancer. She went peacefully though, she was in hospice so they took care of her pain. The day before she had a bit of a fever and was very worn out. Once she had her medicine for the night they believe she slipped into a bit of a coma and didn't wake up that morning or at all dying in the afternoon. Her most lucid moment near the end was when we visited her days before saying she was 'so happy' her last words she kept saying them. When my family had to go she called me her angel girl like she always had. In a way I knew it would be the last time I would hear her say that. I love my grammy very much, this is for her.           

                                                                With love ~ Rabbit