i’m not ready yet

Posted: March 15, 2011 by wiley965 in JacobW

My Grandmother spoke to me

As she was dying.

The breakfast she prepares.

Has an unfamiliar smell.

Outside the ground is wet.

Rain falling drop by drop

She dropped the spatula on the floor

I could tell the cancer would attack soon.

A new born baby could have been able to tell

she looks tired

sad

weak

Losing every bit of stength and still not giving up

I was always her baby boy

No matter how much surgery the doctors could perform she would have still passed on.

It was gonna happen

Of course it did

She left us May 19th 2009 at 7:30 a.m.

It felt like the end of the world

Like nothing could get worse

pushing at me

taking the nicest and kindest lady right away from her family.

and we wasn’t ready

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