The Ashen Tree [Poetry]

Just a small poem of how things were after my Grandmother came to pass (im slightly depressed at the moment, another Christmas without her and all) *sigh* on New Years Day she'll be dead for two whole years. :'(

The Ashen Tree

I’ll never forget of how she looked

The pale white face and sunken eyes

The frail thin frame and her dead hair lain

There, still and lifeless in a wooden box of death

Made of the ashen tree on the hill above.

I cried no tear the day of wake

Yet those around me broke and fell

People hugged and comforted the other

While I stood in the corner, empty and alone

Like the ashen tree on the hill above.

The funeral came just two days next

I dressed black and blue to respect her

That day I cried but stood alone, far away

I watched you lowered and cried some more

Tears of the ashen tree on the hill above.

It took six whole months for me to cry

Mother hugged me and begged I stay strong

If not for I, but for the family of where I stand tall

I left to my room and drifted into pain filled dreams

Picturing the ashen tree on the hill above.

Just before Christmas I made a promise

To write just one special card for her at night

To hide it behind her picture that lies in my room

For me to know about alone in the holy day of my sorrow

Dead as the ashen tree on the hill below.

-nikki

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