Grief,
Wears many faces,
Unique,
Individual,
To all,
Those,
Who enter,
This place,
It’s almost,
Haunting,
Yet strangely peaceful,
As a familiar,
Face,
Sits beside me today,
Quiet,
Friendly,
Warm,
Comforting,
A face,
That I thought,
Had disappeared,
But they are always,
There deep in my heart,
Today,
My gran sits,
In the shape of grief,
Unspeaking,
Yet smiling,
We sit for a while,
Speaking with our hearts,
And minds,
Words aren’t needed,
In this place,
Knowing that,
She has passed on,
And is at peace,
Makes today bearable,
As I smile,
At the memories,
Almost wishing,
There had been more,
Smiling,
I hear her voice,
Telling me,
That it’s time to go,
And she fades,
As the grief,
Ebbs away
,And I find myself,
Back in reality,
Feeling only faint,
Sorrow,
I really do miss you,
Even if it’s not all the time,
You will always be treasured
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