This is a poem that I wrote just right now, and is dedicated to my grandmother who died…today(Apr.19.02). These are just thoughts, and it’s quality is probably not good at all, but I just wanted to get my feelings out, and this is the best way: anonymously. No one knows me, and I guess this is the easiest way for me. I hope that anyone who has shared a similar experience will be able to relate to this poem. But remember that this poem is actually supposed to be hopeful, and that is what I’m trying to be, even though sometimes hope seems small. I will shut up now, and you can go on to read my sad excuse of a poem.

When all is Gone

When all is gone,

No more quiet walks,

No more sunshine on my back.

No more tales of adventure,

No more games of dress up,

Still are the swings that you used to push me on.

No hand to gently stroke my hair.

No more silver earrings for me to admire.

No more complains of how your sides hurt.

I wonder, did you ever know,

How I treasured these memories so.

Did you ever notice,

How much I loved you?

Did you ever see,

How much I cared?

Regret fills me,

For I was selfish and never

uttered these words,

But did you ever realize,

That behind my every move,

These words disguised themselves.

One must know,

that when all is gone,

memories will linger like perfume,

imprinted within your heart.

Yet it cannot be undone, and I only wish,

That you had stayed longer, and known…

How much I loved you so.

For when all is gone,

You will stay within my soul.