The loss of you.
A poem in loving memory of my grandmother.
Tears are falling
heart is aching,
slowly but surely
my heart is breaking,
How do you let go of
someone you hold so dear,
how do you begin to say goodbye
when all you want is to hold them near?
Reliving memories of the past in my mind,
I keep playing them over and over stuck in rewind,
Wishing I could bring it all back
why couldn't you stay?,
But the truth is I know why....
heaven needed their angel back home today,
So we may weep and wish we had another day,
But what we need to always remember
Is you were a true angel on this earth
and angels aren't meant to stay.
Written by Trisha Brandhorst
In loving memory of Alta Grace Murrin
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Trisha Brandhorst
Iām 41, happily married and have two boys& a step daughter. I love to write, spend time With family, travel & meet new people. I love animals. The beach is my favorite place in the world.
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Aww it's beautiful
I love it!
Thank you all so much for your love& support. Please feel free to read my other works as well. I'll be checking out each& every one of your sites as well. Thank you
I love that this tribute isn't married to one rhythm, but dedicated to the prose. Lovely poem! My heart goes out to you. ā¤
I am a poet also you should read some of my poems whenever you get the chance too.
Great poem and keep on writing.
Beautiful poem
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It was a very heartfelt poem. I lost my grandmother 2 years ago to cancer and she was very dear to me. I know she is in a better place now, so don't fret. She will always be able to help you along the long road that is life.
My grandmother passed when I was quite young, & I still have vivid memories of her even though we didn't have many years together. This is a beautiful tribute to your own. Thank you for sharing. Sending you warmth.
Beautifully written. Lost my grandpa about a year ago and this explains everything I feel.
Beautiful poem. Love this!!!