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Post by Dragon on Aug 4, 2005 23:49:57 GMT -5
I wrote this since my grandma passed away on the 2nd. Don't worry though, things will be alright soon. Anyway, I wrote this trying to get away from my normal style, and I'm not sure if it's any good. What do you guys think? Do I have to try some techniques or something? Also, can anyone think of a title? I suck when it comes to that, the best I can come up with is "The Passing". And sorry it's so short, I'll do a long one in this thread to make up for that.
My childhood visits.
So short, so long ago.
I barely remember them,
but I wish I had more.
Those days are gone
and so is she.
But life will keep going,
and for now mine too.
Now isn't a happy time,
but it will be over soon.
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Post by Lord of the Dance on Aug 5, 2005 13:03:49 GMT -5
It's very nice, Dragon. It expresses the way you feel very well.  I'm sorry about your grandma... that stinks. But you're right, life goes on. |
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Post by Yoshifrog on Aug 5, 2005 19:42:25 GMT -5
 I am verry sorry But the poem rocks!!! Great job Dragon!!! ;D
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Post by red.yoshi on Aug 6, 2005 10:19:44 GMT -5
thats very sweet and touching dragon. im sorry for your loss.
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Post by Enrique on Aug 6, 2005 10:47:35 GMT -5
That's relly touching, Dragon. And I am also very sorry to hear your grandma passed away. I'm sure you'll make it through.
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Post by Dragon on Aug 7, 2005 1:39:05 GMT -5
I'm really glad you guys like it, I wasn't sure if it flowed nice at all, it was my first time at trying that style. And it's alright, if anyone is in Phoenix or gets the Phoenix paper, look in either yesterday's or possibly even today's obituary and you'll find her. Also, it's supposed to come out in Reading, PA too, since she taught a preschool up there once. Anyway, it's kind of a good thing, as bad as that sounds. All she could do was breathe, swallow, slightly move, cough, and things like bathroom, ect. (She couldn't even swallow in the end.) She had a bad case of Alzheimers Dementia and she forgot everything, she lost all of the parts of her brain that made her human, she was basically just a body living off of food. She probably wasn't consious for the last three years of her life, the only thing she even showed the slightest reaction to was sound. So in some ways, it being over is a good thing, and she looked happy in the casket, I swear she was smiling, and I noticed that after I read a poem I wrote, my brain's probably playing tricks on me. Anyway, I doubt anyone will read this far, so I'll stop. Oh wait, there is one story I wanted to share. One summer vacation, my uncle Greg (when he was still young of course) woke up from his bed and began thinking how great it was to be out. Then his door slams open and Mommom walks in with her teeth gritted, "I'm bleeding like a god-**** pig". She was in the middle of her period and the way he told it was just funny, I can imagine her saying that too! I just had to get one good story in, she was a great person though, sense of humor, good with others, she was great.
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