Back in Gramma’s Arms

In your arms
Is where I belong
My head crested upon your chest
Just like when I was young

You left my life
And departed this world
Long before
I wanted to let go

This October
Makes a year
A year that I have been without you
A year of grief and solitude

My days will end
Sooner than most
Shortly I will join you
And give up my earthly ghost

This October will mark the end
End of pain and disbelief
For in this month
I too shall perish
Joining you gramma
Whom I have forever cherished

In a blink of an eye
I shall leave this life
Never again hurting
Never again
Shall I cry.

Don’t shed a tear,
No, not for me
Just have faith
And believe
That at last
I, too, will finally
Be happy.

© Sherry L. Richardson

Though I have these feelings almost daily, I can honestly say that I have no intention of acting upon them and taking my own life. Please do not think that I am truly suicidal.