Our Last Conversation

by Maple Tree   Dec 15, 2016


Her voice was sounding like an ocean.

Fluid was starting to fill her lungs,
she said I love you more times than
I could count;

yet I still was unaware
that would be our last conversation.

She whispered "I'm tired"

and yet I was clueless
to what would happen two
days later.

She was One Hundred years old
but a granddaughter will never
accept that her Gram can't live
forever....

I wish I would have known;

I would have said "I love you"
until she whispered goodbye.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Oh my goodness Andrea this is so heart gripping I am sorry I missed this.

    Take care and hugs
    Em

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    I've got no words, too beautiful to comment. so much love for such a lovely woman and to have her for 100 years! Amazing! Tissue please....

  • 7 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Andrea, wow.. warning I will need tissues next time!
    :(

    I really feel this... I am wow, such a great heartfelt piece...

  • 7 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I'm feeling this, I have an experience that I relate to the essence of this with my best friend and reading this and it being Christmas time this write resonates with me alot.

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