Rest In Peace... Never Forgotten 3 - Poem by Madison McGee
I stand at the door.
I watch you closely.
Trying to figure it out.
As I walk closer.
I suddenly find myself cold.
I touch your hand.
And it starts to hit me.
Your hand id no longer warm.
Your eyes are constantly heavy.
Your skin is rough.
Your breath is slow.
You look the same.
But your soul is gone.
I remember the times we shared.
For years and years.
You opened your heart to everyone.
You were their eyes when they couldn't see.
You were their voice when they couldn't speak.
You trusted them when they had lost all hope.
You saw everything that there was in them.
You have touched every person in your life.
And no one could ask for anything more.
You were always positive.
And never let things get you down.
Never could I ask for a better remodel.
But even more.
Never could i ask for a better grandmother.
You were amazing in every way.
And no one will ever forget that.
You will always be the Marjorie McGee.
We all know and Love.
You may have passed.
But never will you be forgotten.
It's hard to think about it.
And even harder to say it.
But no matter how hard we try.
Never can we avoid it.
So now i can sat it with pride.
I can talk about it with ease.
Death is when you leave this world.
Death is when you have reached your final destination.
Death is when you say goodbye to your loved ones.
Death is when you are alone.
Death is just a fine way of saying goodbye.
Death is just another way of saying Hi.
Death is just a part of life
You come into this world dying.
And you go out living.
You come into this world alone.
And you go out with a crowd.
Death is just a sweet part of life.
Death is just something out of rife.
Now as we gather here.
To say our last goodbyes.
Don't leave here with your head hung low.
But leave here with your head held high.
And walk away with a piece of Marjorie.
As never would she want someone to be upset.
But to keep laughing and keeping her spirit alive.
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