Six

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by arriaheart

by arriaheart

One of the worst days of my life,
I have six of them you know.
I'll tell in the order,
from least to most
Pain.

One. Is when my kitty died, and I had to watch him go.
Two. Is when my sweet dog died,
I loved her so very much

Three. Is when I snapped my ankle in
Four places.
I still remember how it felt.

Four. Is when I found out, you had very little time to live.
You were like a grandfather to me,
My very dearest friend
A wonderful man who taught me
agape love,
And how we are to forgive.

Five. Is when my grandmother
Was told her time was short,
Oh and indeed it was,
Only a month, the Dr.'s report.

Our time was very sweet.
We all said our goodbyes.
Any ill boding patterns,
Were tossed away at will.

Six. This day was not like the others.
It dawned cheerful and bright.
The day it self was perfect,
But not so about the night
It was dark, quite peaceful,
Until it all began,
The moments that I had with you,
Before God took you away,
Like He had planned.

I'm hoping that the seventh, doesn't come any time soon.
But a part of is wondering,
As I gaze at the night sky of my life,
The only light a big bright moon.
The stars are coming out,
though sometimes, I still doubt.
Tears still fall along my face.
There are many things in this life,
That are hard to deal with.
As we run our race,
The one set before us.
I know one day I'll see each face.
Finaly free of all the hurt and pain
I can't erase just yet.

It's my hope, an anchor for my soul.

Three years later

Oh seven came, she came with vengeance
It all collapsed methodically, and somehow all at once
I watched her fade and how you squeezed the life out of her
Each heartattack shattering her, siphoning a little bit more
I watched her fade so quickly, until she was no more