Poetry: Till death do us part

Looking back through my little teenage notebook, I found this poem I wrote in June 2006. My grandfather had just died and I’d already lost my grandmother a few years before. I didn’t really experience my grandmother’s death as I had just left for vacation when she went to hospital and I missed her funeral. So at this point in time, both hit me hard at once. And it took me a while to get through that. And I wrote this poem at the time.

Till death do us part
By Loes Keimes

Someone’s gone
death, deceased
gone to heaven
to God.

But she can’t see,
she can’t believe,
she won’t believe.
Holding on,
still not letting go.

Like a stubborn child
left behind,
broken,
hurt,
dying.
Dying every day a little more.

I’m stubborn too.

Poetry: Till death do us part 1

I still feel the emotion from when I wrote that, so I think that’s a good thing. I’m pretty happy with this little poem I wrote at age sixteen.

Happy reading,

Loes M.

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