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To My Grandfather
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To My Grandfather |
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Broken Member
since 2000-03-12
Posts 271The woods 
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TO MY GRANDFATHER You died in May You went down to the basement To fetch something in the freezer And didn’t come up You had fallen down the stairs Hit your head And died But I didn’t cry Am I that cold? Is my heart that grey? Not a drop I shed Why? I loved you Right? Yet I didn’t cry Not even at the funeral When my family cried When the whole church cried Did I Was I brave? Was I strong? Maybe But maybe just afraid A weak coward Who cover all my feelings up inside You were fun You made me laugh And you always smiled You gave me chocolate And you were always nice Except for that one time We stole dynamite My brother and I Then you yelled at us But still you were kind But why now tears then? Not even when I was alone Why do the tears come now? Over a year to late And are they of guilt? Or true grief? Had it been the other way around I know you would have cried True heartfelt tears of grief You were nice Am I? You died in May I loved you Right? Yet I didn’t cry |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Grieving comes in many guises and in its own time. For me, when I lost my Grandfather, I couldn't cry, a defense mechanism, and I too wondered why. But in my heart I missed him. And I know that I loved him. Therefore, allow yourself to know your heart even if the grief you feel does not meet the standard expression. Your love for him is most evident in this poem. Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
My tears have come at the strangest time... with our grandparents, there are so many variables....how close were we, how well did we know them, how much of our lives were they a part of, and then, there is the expectation that they will die as they are older than us. I cried at my grandmother's funeral, but it was for my mother, not for my grandmother, for example. The very fact that you wrote this poem indicates to me you had feelings...you are not unfeeling. Good honest right. ........jo |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
 I've experienced that too. For me, I've hid alot of feelings through life and am learning how to feel them instead of stuff them down. At the time, I felt guilty that I could not feel what I wanted, what I thought/knew I should. But over time, I did feel it, and it was expressed differently than I thought it would be, but that's okay. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
my mom died (suicide) when I was ten and I didn't cry for years |
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