Poem of Love
My grandmother had died and I missed her.
By Emma SinclairPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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I knew at once you were dying from the flow of love.
And that you will soon be rising up to the above.
I watch the flow of flowers pushing through your heart.
And not even the powers could force us apart.
We go running through the sunset that forms the love of light.
And never could we reset your eyes that were once so bright.
And in a few days you said you may be dead.
But really in a few days you said "it's in my head"
You had a talk of dying.
That left us all crying.
And on that Thursday we all broke.
Because when shaken you never awoke.
It's been a year now and I still feel your presence.
You can hear all our thoughts and feelings.
And you gave us memories of love.
Way before you went above.
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About the Creator
Emma Sinclair
I'm Emma, I love to read and write. I have been writing songs and poems since I was seven.
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