My Grandma's Room
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A tribute to my grandmother who passed away.

My Grandma's Room

An empty room sits in my house I enter quickly quietly like a wary mouse I grab what I need Scurrying here and there I do not linger on the empty chair

For if too long I let myself stay Those feelings come back from not so far away Feelings of sorrow, feelings of despair Feelings of happiness that once sat in that chair

I must not linger, I do not dare Why am I still in here Why is she not there

In that room sits an empty chair Once filled with laughter Is now just filled with air And in front of that chair is a blank TV That once played Dancing with the Stars and Family Feud on repeat Next to the tv, a couch sits empty Only a year ago my family filled it a plenty

We’d listen to her stories, help her pick out a show Her food always needed heating up and she never knew who was on the phone She would call you five names before getting the right one Sometimes she was quicker than a bullet from a gun

I must not linger, I do not dare Why am I still in here Why is she not there

I turn to leave but now I see The empty bed where she used to sleep She did not like pillows, only thick covers And she would only get up once wakened by my mother She would resist and complain of her aches and pains But once she got her coffee, it was like a new day

She slept in that bed through good times and bad She slept in that bed through days that ended happy and sad She slept in that bed when she died in her sleep She slept in that bed when she finally attained peace She left behind her memories So maybe that room is not as empty as it seems

I must not linger Yet I dare To remember the life that lived in that chair

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