Every weekend, Grandpa.

by Mass Murder   Oct 13, 2006


Every weekend i go to his grave
Get on my knees
and then once again, i pray.

I tell him about me life.
& things things he's missing.
How I've changed
& how often I'm reminiscing.

I always cry,
even though I try to hold it in
Seems like my sadness
always seems to win.

I go on for hours
until it gets dark.
I slowing walk away
and ignore any embark

I know I'm not over this,
so for now I'll just pretend.
that my life is perfect
& my heart has no need to mend.

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  • 17 years ago

    by TheWorldFellNUWerentThere

    Loved the last stanza! Great work! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by 888Trinity888

    This is really candid and sweet. nice job!

  • 17 years ago

    by Im In Love What Can I Say

    Awwww thas cute i like this i got poema about my cousins and they are called if i could see you again,, but i like this sorry for your grandpa :(

  • 17 years ago

    by Roxy

    Awwww, susuch a sad but yet cute poem.
    Has so much feeling in this poem.
    Shows emotion and love for your grandpa.
    Im sorry for your loss.
    xoxroxyxox

  • 17 years ago

    by coupon can

    Thats really cute
    and heartfelt
    ..sorry about ur grandpa.

    Maria

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