Grandma, Why'D You Get So Cold? Poem by Sugar Bear

Staring there motionless as you exhale each breath
The crowd gathers around, still your view is perfect
Remembering the past and times when I came around
Seemed to shatter in my heart, as the way I see you now
So helpless, so pale, so meager, so cold
It's hard to believe you were hugging me only a week ago
Thinking of all the times we spent together, looking into grandpa's eyes
The expression was so bold, I could hear his silent cry
I look at mother she's in tears, staring at the machines beep away
And my sisters sit there, holding tissues up towards their face
And every second felt like years, felt like it was just a dream
You were fine, I'd wake up and see you in the morning
And all those times you tried to tell me, the way you wanted it to be once you're gone
Surrounded by family, and friends, and how you wanted us to move on
And I would just shelter away, cause I didn't want you to leave
And now everything's exactly how you wanted it to be
Have you ever smelt the smell of death, or watch a loved one die?
And there was nothing you could do but hold your head and cry
And the doctor's try their best, to keep us all steady and in place
Holding back their tears, plastering fake smiles on their face
Then slowly, slowly, slowly, the machines began to die
The beeps were fading, until it drawn a perfect line
Then it seemed everything went silent, like everything began to captivate
And I just stood and watched your entire body deflate
Like your soul had gone, nothing was left but your shell
Then the cries began to flare, worst sound you could ever hear
Holding the hand that once warmed mine, I was afraid to let it go
And the only thought I could bare to share was, Grandma, why'd you get so cold?
The next thing that I know is I'm at the funeral, once again starring grandma in the face
Trying to see behind the layers of makeup, retelling myself that she's somewhere safe
Kissing her pale wooden forehead, our last time together, before they close the case
Placing my bundle of flowers near her, before they close the gate
And every time I pass by a grave, the memories unfold
And all I can think of is, Grandma why'd you get so cold?

October 18,2005