empty

No where else I may be honest

so here I will now explode

she left a little early

and I'm stuck in manic mode

her voice comes back to haunt me

but only 'cause I try

and when I finnally hear it

I break down and I cry

her last few days were rough

"a labor of love" they said

but while she lay thier dying

a part of me was already dead

if I could take a bbaseball bat

and beat the world to death

I think I might find comfort is taking

the earths last breath

but then away with all the things

of this world that she loved

somehow I have no peace knowing

she is above

Who now left to teach me?

What shoulder where to cry?

her laughter now is missing and replaced

by woeful sigh

they say it will fade

they tell me it will pass

my grandmother, my MommY

made it home at last

indulging selfish anger

God give her back to me

I cannot eat I cannot breath

the good I cannot see.

Im stuck somewhere in surreal

the days they seem so long

the voices that i think i hear

are now so far gone

my body floats

my brain has stopped

my soul is weighted down

she left me here alone

and i dont feel her around

Dedicated to Dorothy May Young 6/3/1940-4/19/2012

-Wendy Young