It's just weird that I don't feel anything


Death Of A Loved One

Beloved Mother & Grandmother

One who refused to recognise
One who ate cookies in her bed
One who loved Mills and Boons
I'd like to say I knew you

I'd still have slept till eleven
I'd still have listened to 'ealth problems
If I had known you were sleeping in your bed
If I had known you were sleeping in your grave
Would it have made a difference to me?

I sound cold
I sound heartless
You were loved
Not by me

I'm sorry
Yes I am

I'm sorry
I wasn't a grand daughter to you



Poetry by Puddled
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Written on 2008-06-29 at 00:47

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