vale nanna

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited December 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
my grandma died earlier today
and i'm not sure how to feel
she was ninety-four
and lived by the sea
we never were that close
just like camus' meursault
stuck in conventionality
the expectation of feeling sorrow
with all eyes upon me
my mother left a teary message
on my answering machine
i know i should return the call
but i'm not sure what to say
she was my father's mother
and that's all i know for sure
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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