a home after a death
is broken and painful
full of wiped away tears
and packed away emotions
unneeded words and
hands on shoulders
quiet corners with
arms wrapped around knees
head dipped into laps
hair-ties snapped with fury
short lived tempers
and spells of happy embers
words never said but
implied with each syllable
things we should have done
and times we should have visited
life isn't the same once a character's left a story
one book is closed but another stays open
but all the same we smile and remember
loving and caring make whole again
apart from a small gap
a scar if you will
saying we'll never forget
always remember
a smile on a face
blue skirt, blue shirt
a play ground with a dragon slide
and plum trees to steal from
sour mulberries to make squeezed in faces
soft green grass and hiding places
dragon-flies and butter-flies stuck in the ground
a gate full of memories and plastic creatures
a bungalow with a vibrating bed
and calming words said
falling in streams
and kicks under tables
thank you cards
and funny bird birthdays
we never said enough
but we know you knew
that no matter how many angry words were shared
we always loved youThis poem is dedicated to Aunty Jo who died on Thursday the 11th of May at around 4pm in Addenbrookes hospital, Cambridge, England following a car accident. She will always be loved and remembered by her family and friends, being quite the character. The thing about someone with true character is that they infuriate you and yet you love them all the more for it. A true character makes it so that things are impossible without them there because they become such a beacon in your life, even if you only see them once every two years or so. This poem was said (will be said) at her funeral on Friday the 2nd of June. I wrote it for this purpose but should be read as the readers takes it as because that is the beauty of poetry, although if you wish to read it as it was originally intended that is up to you. This poem is very personal to me and other family members so could you take consideration reading and commenting on it. Thank you.
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memoirs of a depressed teenager
Poesíathese are just poems I've written in small spurts of inspiration, I'm warning you now they'll probably have little to no editing and take me about 1-5 minutes to write