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 … Continue reading The Day That Grandmother Died, a poem of sorts

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Sacrifice

The pre-dawn world is still painted in the hues of night they love so much. Above my head, the opaque silver sky is mute, blending into the sightless night of buildings that claw at the air as they sink into the ink of the pavement. Spots of light flutter around the base of rusty lampposts. … Continue reading Sacrifice