Death of My Grandmother

While she lay there still as could be,
I sat beside, as still as she.
She heard the voices, she and I,
Though they seemed away and by.
The many people in the room,
They were white noise to her I assume.
She looked at me and me alone.
She tried to speak in a cheerful tone.
For a time no words were uttered,
And in the calm she suddenly shuddered.
She stretched her hand out onto mine,
I rested my palm to show I was kind.
I started to feel a tear on my cheek,
And ran out so fast and left her there weak.
I thought I saw death reach up and grab her,
I could not go back, not then, not ever.

Joe L., 14
Abington, Massachusetts

Reprinted from Positive Teens magazine, Volume 9, Issue 3, October

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