I stood there.
Eyes wide.
Heart open.
I couldn't barely keep myself up.
She was laying there.
I was crumbling.
Slowing loosing all power to stand.
She meant something to me.
She wasn't just another body in a casket.
She's my Great Grandma.
I love her.
And now she's that body in the casket.
And there's people here who say she's just another body in a casket.
But she's not.
She's my Great Grandma.
My Grandmas Mom,
She was 10 minutes out.
She missed her by 10 minutes.
She was 10 minutes away when she died.
And people look at her as just a body in a casket.
They saw her before she died.
My Grandma didn't.
They don't understand.
She was 10 minutes away.
10 minutes.
They got to see her and don't even appreciate what they saw.
She was 10 minutes.
Don't be another 10 minutes.
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