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Poetry, Small Poems

It’s been so long since I’ve written a poem, at first I was afraid to write. I stopped writing a while ago because I felt like I had nothing to say and if I did have something to say I wouldn’t say it right. Then, this summer, my grandma passed away (may she rest in peace). After a long battle against all her signs of weakness she left us and the silence that remained was overwhelming, both from losing her and my will to write. After a long battle against myself, my depression and my guilt, I finally decided to put my fingers on the keyboard again and write my first poem about her. I truly miss her, and I’m still not sure if the words I’ve used can capture the true essence of what a great woman she was. But I’m trying, and if I can even capture a tiny part of her through my poetry, then I think I’m doing as well as I possible can to preserve her memory.

Rest in peace Granny 


I roll up my sleeve
and beneath the folds I see her there,
her smile is tucked away into my arm;
she is yelling
but lovingly
shaking her head in disapproval
but lovingly.
she is always here with me,
in every rolled-up sleeve,
every wipe of my mouth,
every tongue pulled up from my shoe.
In every lesson she taught me,
she will always be
there.
she will always
be
there.

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