we had pancakes for lunch, on a friday.
I smell the fat, the oil, the eggs and see you in
the kitchen, sitting on the bench behind
the wooden table, standing up to greet me.
our hugs did not last long. you wore
the blue striped t-shirt that I saw you in
today, lying in a bed that wasn´t yours
and never will be, now.
a yellow flower in your hands that did
not look like it belonged to you, I thought
I saw you breathing -
you didn´t though, of course.
wait for me in heaven, will you?
I know I´ll wait for you.
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Author:
junia (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I usually don't like to explain my poetry but I guess in this case it might add to your reading of the poem. This is about my grandma who passed away last year.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
This brought me to tears. My mom passed away three years ago and the memories that we keep with our loved ones are always present. They're our comfort that although they're gone, we at least had the chance to enjoy them in all their splendor. Beautiful poem. Look on the bright side of life! 🌈🌟
Thank you! It means a lot that the poem resonated with you on such a deep level. Thank you for your kind words!
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