Poem I wrote about my grandmothers death. I'm awfully sorry that this is so long

Now You're Gone

Death

That thing that gets us all in the end

The thing that ends it all

It takes life and ends it

And leave those left behind to suffer

The loss of someone with no warning

I knew you were dying only six hours before you did

Mum said you knew that we were there

Did you?

Thats the question

Did you?

It was so sudden

Six hours . . . No warning

Things were fine

I was happy

School went as normal

So did life

Till we were sat down and told

Then you got worse

And worse

And worse

And then we were called

Not by you

Or an Angel

By a nurse

You couldn't talk

You couldn't see

Your eyes were shut and would flicker

I couldn't stand to see you like this

I can't stand seeing her like this I said

We waited

And waited

And waited

For the end to come

The end

Then it came

At two minutes past midnight

We were tired

Numb

And tired

It was so much

We saw you die

Take your last breath

Your chest, becoming still as you died

The tears wanted to come

But I didn't let them

I couldn't

I try to stay strong

It's my perception of myself

I don't like to cry

Anywhere

Even when I'm alone

It's how I see weakness

I don't think you would have wanted me to cry anyway

I was so tired

I wanted to sleep

To shut my eyes and

Forget

But it doesn't work that way

You're always on my mind

Somewhere in there

Mum said you could hear us for two hours after you died

Or at least thats what she said

We could hear a pin drop and it sounded like to you a cannon

Thats what she thought

I don't know what to believe

I said to you before we left

Goodbye Grandma

And now I cry as I write this

Its been a long time since I remembered those words

Catherine says she knows what I said

I wish she didn't

It was between you and me

Not her

Then we left

I was the last person to say anything to you

Then we left

We went home

To the home

Where you brought up my mother and her sister

Now we live here

Our mother bringing us up

Even with out dad

But you always had Granddad

Bob he was called

I only knew him for two years

That I don't remember

You must do?

Right?

I knew you for sixteen years

Longer than what granddad said you would

But it was still good

A good few years

I went to sleep

I needed too

I was tired

I wanted sleep

I wanted to shut my eyes and drift off

Then I woke up again

Late for school

But that didn't mater

You were gone

I don't believe in heaven

I don't need to

Earth

This earth is

Because you were here

It's just death

That beyond

That place where it is just eternal sleep

You were Boadicea in this world

A strong woman

You were there for everyone

Why can't you be here for me?

I know its death

That you can't come back

But I want you too

We moped around for a while

Naturally

Then me and mum left to go get things from the rest home

Your things

But you don't need them

Do you?

Your clothes

Your handbag

Your glasses

They are sitting on your bed

Here at home

Like you'll come back to get them

But you're gone

Never to return

I got your quilt

The one I made for you

Do you remember it?

I was eleven when I made it

Quite an achievement

My squares were a little bit wonky

You didn't care

It was still warm

The home cleaned it

I didn't want them too

I took it while it was still wet and dried it myself

On the washing line

At home

Where you would have wanted it too

I then got pins

Scissors

Thread

A tape measure

A needle

And the sewing machine

And I split it

One half for me

And one half for you

Its in your coffin

Is it keeping you warm?

I knew it would

At the funeral

I talked about how you made cakes and was trying to teach me to ice a Christmas cake

With a spectacular disastrous result

It was ramblings

But they were good

I choose your music at the funeral

Boadicea for your strength

The Memory Of Trees because you were a tree . . . you gave love and support

China Roses because you liked roses

And On My Way Home because you were on your way home

To the cemetery

Where you could see the farm

The top of the hill

Mum said On My Way Home was the best choice

In the car

Behind the hearse

She said

Home . . . You're home mum

Or something like that

It still meant the same

Then you were put in the ground

I helped carry you to the plot

I placed you on the ropes

And then stepped back

The service went on

Then we put dirt on your coffin

As it was lowered into the ground

I wanted to cry

It sunk in

But I didn't

Then we talked for a while

With family

Like my other grandparents

They were there

Except for my dad

Who I wanted there

We went to the hall

The hall that has practically been there for forever

And ate and talked about you

My best friend was there

I'm glad she was

And we left

We came home

To that same house where you lived

And raised everyone

You were unlike other Grandmas

You were mine

I didn't see you that much

But it doesn't matter

And then you were in the ground

For eternity

Good Bye Grandma