Kincaid
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My Great GrandmotherAs I'm not attending her funeral tomorrow, I felt I should at least do something... and then these thoughts hit me and this is what came out. (I apologise, this is the first poem I have ever attempted in my life...)
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Unanswered Questions
The walls I had spent so long to build,
To keep out all the hurt and pain,
Were slowly crumbling down.
As I stood alone in the kitchen,
I felt the claws of humanity tear down my defenses and expose me,
Showing my true feeling behind the humour.
And then I cried.
I cried for the past memories and for the future ones which would never be,
I cried then for my cowardice.
I begged and pleaded with the empty air for you to understand,
To understand why I wasn't there with you,
Why I couldn't and wouldn't be there with you.
I wanted something, anything, a sign to show you could hear me,
Even though I knew deep down I would never get one,
I just wanted you to know how much I loved you and miss you.
And then the tears fell again,
This time not with pain and anguish,
But with the understanding that there would be so many unanswered questions.
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It's just something I've needed to do for a while now.
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