For my grandmother,
Christmas is all about cakes, cookies, carols, church,
lights, tea, family and harmony.
It's like this every year,
but this year,
it's nothing but loneliness because grandpa's not here.
She misses him,
cries for him every single night,
but she hides her tears away,
just for us,
and smiles as if there's nothing to worry about.
This Christmas, she is a bit sad,
but she's not saying anything.
I wish I could take away her pain,
and be there for her all the time.
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
