Dear Grandma 💔

There’s a silence where you used to be,

A space in the air that feels heavier now.

Grief, it settles like a shadow at my feet,

Trailing me, whispering memories somehow.

I search the wind for the echo of your voice,

In the rustle of leaves, I think you’re there.

But it’s just the world turning,

Without you, unaware.

Grief, they say, is love that has nowhere to go,

So I carry it, like a stone in my chest,

And though time moves forward,

I learn to live with the weight, not rest.

Some days it crushes,

Some days it lifts like a sigh.

But your love, Grandma, stays with me,

As the years pass by.

Grief doesn’t end, it just learns to grow still,

And in the quiet, I feel you here still.

I miss you more than I can even explain.

Writing poems helps me process my feelings and navigate through grief. It’s a way to give voice to emotions that can be hard to express otherwise. Each line allows me to reflect on my memories, honor my loss, and find some peace amidst the chaos. Poetry becomes my safe space, a bridge between the heartache and the healing.❤️‍🩹

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