The Day That Grandmother Died, a poem of sorts

The day that Grandmother died
They asked us to come to her hospital bedside
In case she didn’t make it
Though they thought that she would
The day my Grandmother died

The day my Grandmother died
My Mom tried not to cry
She begged Gran to live
Said she knew that she could
The day my Grandmother died

The day my Grandmother died
The Doctors had all said
The machines by her bed
Would keep her alive till she woke
The day my Grandmother died.

The day my Grandmother died
The whole family day by her side
While I sat in a chair
Pretending not to care
The day my Grandmother died

The day my Grandmother die
The machines all went bleep
Stopped helping her breathe
So the Doctors were called back in
The day my Grandmother died

The day my Grandmother died
The Doctors rang their hands
They couldn’t understand
Why the machines had suddenly failed
The day my Grandmother died

The day my Grandmother died
Mom cried and she cried
My Father held her shoulder
And he looked quite a bit older
The day my Grandmother died

The day my Grandmother died
My Uncle pulled me aside
Looked me in the eye and said
I hope you know you’re going to hell
The day my Grandmother died

At least I have a fully charged cell.

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