This was one of a bunch of poems written after my grandmother died.

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I'm lost
I never took heed
to the note they published
that said
"Never take for granted the things you hold dear
for one day, they may disappear"
And now I know
how much I miss you
Now I know
All these memories shattered
Shards that stab the soul
And bring crimson ire
to mix with my brine
And to remind
me
of times long gone
And woven into the lore of days old
The tales left untold
Forgive me, but at last,
Now I know.