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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