I wrote because I was kind of mad at my grandma for leaving me behind without saying goodbye ,now when I read it I get mad at myself for writing because I know my grandma can see it. But anyways, I think it was the 12 of March. If I could say more things That would ease all the pain Have more love and laughing, Angry words washed by rain. This is the first poem that I have read that truly expresses what I am feeling inside. Copyright © Year Posted 2012 A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer you today Tabitha. I do know a goodbye wouldn't be it.
I will never forget you I will never forget you You were always there for me I wont forget our love too Everyone said it was plain to see. I wish I could have been with you when you, Perhaps aware, perhaps not, turned towards death Alone, with no one there to wonder to, To share your fear, your hand, your one last breath. An Abundant view for others Yet so significant for me to see. When I never got to say Goodbye Let him hear all I have to say Let my screams with him forever lie Let him come back, Let my brother live Keep him from driving the road where he hurt A hug and a thought I had yet to give Keep the driver behind him Alert. Forebearance consumed by dimness, Slowly filching my existence. When he got really bad with a second illness, we all knew this was it, that he was going to die. My grandad died about 2 months ago i think its now and he died one night in hospital before I had been and had chance to see him, whereas everyone else had thank you because now I know it's not just me that feels this way xxx Dam i wasn't far off but hey sweetie your grandma is probably wishing she had that chance to tell you good-bye and with this poem it was her way of inspireing that good-bye between you both so you can look at this poem as a negative or a positive manner but in my eyes I see that she was who held your hand as you wrote it.
They loaded my grandpa and I told them to take very good care of him. What we had was priceless, And you will always hold my heart, But now that our love is gone, We must forever part. You made me lough, you always told me when I came over to eat whatever I wanted. Trade me for him and Give me his Pain If I wish can you make is so? We were invited to see him. We were out in London that day and my dad and brother were with him. I remember crying soo much that day.
The Sun bows down letting its glimmer shed on the sea. Though I cannot witness tomorrows Graceful dawn. Until someone insists I'm not convincing enough. Wherever I may be now Always searching for another so true To place my world of emotion Handing my love to someone like you. I cannot tell you what a joy it was To be the one to tend you in your need. I feel the same way me and my mom was soooo close to my grandmom and now that she had died i jus wish she could have stayed to say goodbye but she left with out a word. Hi,I'm Paige Jacobs I'm the one who wrote this poem.
That's why the poem applies to me, I never got to say goodbye, never got that final hug, never got the final kiss. This is given to you in honor Of all that we did share I just wanted you to know, dear, How much I really did care. Letting go is hard, But when all the sadness clears, There will not be a reason, To shed another tear. If you only could bring my mom back i would. He then said that my grandpa had passed away. I miss him to this day. This poem, and many other poems, are found in.
This story barely started, and now tears trickle to the floor. Me and my grandfather were soo close. It was a very tough ordeal for me, because at the time of his death, I was sick myself, going to the doctor everyday, missing school for a month, and also dealing with a death. Dear anut paula Yes I am writing you a letter. I went straight over my friends house, because they all knew he had died but did't tell my sister and I. You make appearances all over the place.
But your gone forever i cant replace that now i wont forget you, never But why did you leave, how. This is my first time to this sight, and after reading your poem I will be looking for further poems that bring peace to my heart as this one did. Dad droped his phone and I almost fell to the ground. I still am thankful than I was able to say goodbye even though it was heart breaking. The burden was a gift, for giving does Not burden one who loves, though loving bleed.
But it was pretty good. But I have moved on, I live my life day to day, never knowing what to expect, never expecting anything. I didn't have the chance to say bye to him and to tell him that I love him and its hard for me to think of him. My grandfather took me everywhere and did everything with me. I was a server at Crackle Barrel.
We had some really good times, And we had some really bad, But the strength to keep on going, Neither of us had. We arrived at 8:00pm and I remember walking into the room. It shows happiness in sadness all the same. Being only 24 and loosing the man that I was going to spend the rest of my life with, I am not even able to type this without tears streaming down my face. The last time I saw him was about 3 or 4 years before his death and I am kicking myself that I didn't go. I felt my life flash in my eyes. Maybe someday down the road, Our paths will intertwine, And once again I can hold you, And know you are mine.
The nurses never tried to helped. He would go to the hospital a lot and come back fast. That's a day I will never forget. Sunset luster shall be forver in my soul. Everything in this poem is true, my feelings, my thoughts, as this was going on. I remember the phone call a few nights later I was up in my room coloring a picture for him and the rest of my sibling were sleeping plus my dad.