It was a wrong number that started it
The collapse of their resolve,
The paranoia of death,
The terror of vulnerability.
The telephone rang thrice, in the dead of night,
The darkness accentuating fear,
The dread of bad news,
Amplified by obscurity,
They had loved her with a love, that was so much more,
Their nana she was,
Forever old,
Loved by all,
A guiding light,
Enduring pillar of love,
A return call at night, to her humble abode,
All but did the deed,
She was no more….
This really touched me. Beautifully poignant!
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grandma's are the coolest and when they're gone they're missed greatly. i hated getting that call when my grandmother passed. you've written so well for these prompts. have a great night.
ReplyDeleteBrings back memories - some sad - but mainly happy.
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