Poetry

She Died

Tears soak my sweatshirt
It's too long overdue
I feel like trash and dirt
When they tell me my Aunt is gone too

Haven't seen her for a year
They said it would hurt
To see her through a shear
On morphine through tears

She was always short on breath
But never short on words
I loved her to death
Or is that too literal for birds

They shut her out from the kids
Because of the hospital stuff
How much were the bids
That they just said "that's tough"

She coughed all the time
But helped us whenever she could
She drank water with lime
Seriously, don't get misunderstood

She helped others a lot
Whenever she could
But she never sought
A return for her good

Ran a notary too
Out of her backdoor
She loved buying shoes
And her trips were a lure

Shopped at Christopher Banks
She bought new skirts to try
But her constant flanks
Were Uncle Walt and his eyes

He forgot she was his wife
He forgot the date
He mixed new and old life
He forgot every wait

He doesn't know where he is
In a house he's lived in his entire life
He doesn't remember to miss
A girl that he made his wife

They loved each other all of the time
Even if he couldn't remember
He just needs to wipe off the grime
To remember his wife in December

I miss them both but I haven't seen them
I want to see him before it's too late
I want to see them outside REM
But I can't escape to upstate

In loving memory of my Aunt Sandy who passed away a few weeks ago, may she rest in peace. And for my Uncle Walt who is suffering from some kind of old age memory loss and can't remember a lot of things, including his late wife.

-Day6ismypassion