My Grandmother
They say my Grandmother is dying
But I just don't see it
She looks sick, sicker than I've ever seen her
But nothing changes.
The home called my dad and my uncle
And said to come now
Your mother won't last the night
That was three days ago.
I don't know a world without her in it
For half a century of my life
She has lived here in it
Almost a century for her.
I hate the passing of time
I hate that people grow older and die
I hate that everything changes
And I hate myself for not being able to
Just accept these things.
Dear Grandmother, I remember you when we both were much younger.
