With a smile I jogged into their room
Not single clue about the horrors that lay inside that door
I pushed the door excitedly to announce my presence
But I saw something I never thought I would see as little girl
My own dad
My hero
He was in tears and my mom gently comforting him
His phone was on the ground and I stood perplexedWhen they noticed my little presence, a forced smile appeared on their faces
And I,the little girl, forgot about the last momentsI was happy to know we would skip school
And at that moment I should have been sad
I should have cried
But I was overjoyedWhite
White everywhere
From chairs to the bedsheet underneath
She was wearing white too
I didn't understand as I stared innocentlyShe lay there peacefully,white engulfing her
She looked like an angel yet she was quite
Wails and shrieks echoed the room and I scanned each face
I stared at my dad who stood near me
He looked numb
then back at the people
Some comforting some comforted
It was a mess
A mess I only heard ofMy mom told me to play
Yet I couldn't concentrate
My glances were stuck on her
She used to talk to me
She used to play with me
Why was she so quite now?I didn't understand even as she was carried far away from me
They told me, she was gone
Yet I was adamant that she was still alive
Her presence so strong that I refuse to sit where she lay
Where she would talk to me
Where she would make me feel lovedI grew up and realized she was really gone
I cried and cried
I missed her because she made me feel loved
She made that house bright and now I refuse to let go
I refuse to let go of the only thing that I know his hers
Her house
But it's not my choiceShe will be in my memories forever
Her soft voice laced with complains about herself
My voice comforting her
Our endless talks
And her warm smile*********
I have witnessed two loses at a very young age of my dad's parents. My grandmother was the one o got to spend more time with and when she was gone I knew death but never understood it. I never cried until later when I understood she was gone because for the longest time I was sure she was still alive.I miss her a lot sometimes and also my grandfather but some people are gone so soon so spend time with your loved ones because you never know the future.
Take care,
Anera
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PoetryAge comes with a lot of surprises and mainly nothing good. "The old me is still there but she is too hurt" A look into my teens. Credits to @MissFischee98 for this wonderful gift (cover)