My Grandma Poem by Kat Tozer
My Grandma
She was 87,
She lived her life,
So long so free,
She was my grandma.
We all wish she didn’t have to go,
But I suppose its better this way
She went peacefully lying in a hospital bed.
She had reached impasse in life.
It had been the perfect day with almost all of her family
When she decided to go,
She was still thinking of everyone but herself
Waiting till nearly everyone had gone for the night
The only new left were my aunty and two cousins,
Feeding her coffee with a spoon
She slipped away silently and without a fuss
Her wishes were to have a happy funeral
To celebrate her life
So we gave her just that.
Even though every one of us just wanted to cry
For the beautiful natured lady
Who had given so much and asked for nothing in return.
We were all crying inside
The only regret I have is that in the past year
I have hardly seen her at all
It seemed like the only time I saw her was when she was in hospital
But the biggest regret I have is not being with her on that last day.
I hadn’t seen her for three days
I only wish with all my heart that I could see her on last time.
Just once more but I didn’t and I can’t now
All I have is memories
But I want more
I want to be with her one last time
I loved her so much but I hated seeing her so sick
She had the biggest heart I have ever seen
She loved us all so much
She was such a fantastic grandma
She was my grandma.
(This poem is in the narrative style is dedicated to my grandma who died last week.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 10:10:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sipping coffee from a spoon Was the afternoon Of life as it ebbs and flows And then surely goes. Passing from this life of trial For which there is no denial, Your 'granny' saw much That was to be enjoyed as such, Or to be dismissed As something that would not be missed. For like Grannies everwhere Their time on earth is time to share With those who mean a lot. To them as they daily plot How to make the world a better place To rest when they come face to face With the inevitability of death.