I wrote this about my grandpa's funeral and death…I was in denial for a long time
I stood by the bed
As I watched you struggle to breathe
I feel a hand on my shoulder
Urging me to leave
I allow the hand to guide me away from your side
The next morning I wake up and cry
Dad says that you're gone
But I don't believe him
He's definitely wrong
But as Mom comes in
I realize the truth
I keep my composure
For those that I love
Until the day of the funeral comes
I stand there with Grandma
Looking down at you
Then it's like I'm a rain cloud
Never stopping or ceasing
I choke up on your tribute
As Mom comes to my rescue
My sister finishes it up for me
I cry all day and night
How could you leave us?
How could God do this?
Didn't you love us?
These questions run through my mind
As I continue to cry
The tears slowly stop
As my heart turns to rock
It's not true
I tell myself
It's all a game
A mean, horrid game
But gradually I see the truth
I shut down my mind
To avoid the memories and the truth
It seems that I'll be in denial forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem