Grandmother, were did you ascend,
and why are you fading?
I was holding your hand as you,
collected your last breath.
I breathed lilacs and lavender,
God's memories of you.
Family members around me, they
carried on like juveniles.
I know that they were mourning,
yet then again, so was I.
Everyone departed and finally,
we were in solitude.
I crawled up into your bed,
like old times, one last time.
I laid my head against your bosom,
and held your paper thin hand.
And whispered sweetly in your ear,
"Georgia, you are finally home."
A contest entry
- In Honor of a Loved One by IamXann.
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Comments
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This hit me hard as the one smell that will always remind me of my nan is lavender. Really well written x
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Yes.
It's so soft, beautiful, every words is gorgeous and perfectly placed.
There's not much more I can say.
193820383 out of 10.
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Oh my this is beautiful! Third line probably shouldnt end with a comma
and maybe you could replace "breathed" with something flowier. I LOVE THE LAST LINE! yay. Anonymousxo 
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The Irish think of death as part of the circle.
Tales of grand stories and laughter are told with our passing...She may be a
..........single drop of rain,
..........but she will remain,
..........and she'll be back
..........again and again.
and when you see her once again, and you will,
she will greet you with this poem.
Because it is your heart,
and she has been waiting to tell you,
how much she loves it and you.
One person effects so many lassie.
One day we will all understand.
If I knew the way,
I would take you home.
Just beautiful gypsy,
LOWELL POE
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