(Breathe in)
The phone rings.
I hear my mother say hello.
That's all I hear.
Then my mother comes into sight,
Tears running down her face.
She says "Poppy's gone"
They go to Nana's to try to help.
Later that day they come home.
My mother's eyes are red.
The next few days are a blurr.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.
Am I in shock?
Next I find myself,
Sitting at Poppy's service.
I'm surrounded by my family.
I look to my left, my sisters' crying.
I look to my right, so are my mom and Nana.
Am I dreaming?
I try closing my eyes and opening them.
I try it again, again, and again. Still nothing.
I realize I'm not dreaming.
And I'm not in shock.
Tears start running as I realize,
Poppy's gone.
(Breathe out)
Author notes
This is just about my Poppy(grandfather). He passed a couple years ago. I miss him. He knew something was going to happen and i will keep the promises i made him. This poem is just how i felt when he was gone. I was in shock for days. I was at my Nana's house and it seemed so different without Poppy. But I didn't relize he was gone til the service. I just wasn't sure how to handle that cause i've never been through something like that. But once i relized it, i really relized it. And til this day i miss him more then anything. I have dreams where i'm playing with him like i used too. And i know that he would be proud of me because of how hard i'm trying to get a good education and how far i've come to touching my dreams. And if he was here i would thank him for beliving in me and inspiaring me. Thank you Poppy.
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Comments
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BRAVO!!!
I know how you feel about the shock. You never really realize the person is gone until you see or hear something that just clicks and then BAM you know whats happened. Even now i find myself picking up the phone at 1am to call my dad. Then i realize that the number will say disconnected. It hurts. but anyway im ranting about that. I love this poem. Its very sentimental edna. Truley one of your best. Keep up the good work!
~Kathryn~
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