Find you

I should feel

Grateful.

For,having come from you.

But, I'm so angry you are dead. Not gone,dead.

I'm so angry.
I want to burn myself,
I want to die too,and
find you.

Mother of my mother
Mother of my mother

You were mine too,
My mother.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ZAF

Comments

neopoet

1 year 8 months ago

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Geezer

1 year 8 months ago

in this piece, but it is so personal that one only gets the feel of frustration, and not knowing how to cope with the sadness.
It is very hard to assume motherhood for another's child, even grandmothers', and even harder for the loss of mother's mother for the child. Hopefully, writing out your feelings will help. Nicely done, ~ Geezer.
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kowque

1 year 8 months ago

My grandmother was found

My grandmother was found hanging and bleeding last Sunday. I am struggling to understand "WHY"," WHO",and "WTF". It may be different in other places,but, here, your grandmother is your mother too. She raises you. Thank you for the comment. The poem reads odd. Perhaps because this entire situation feels odd.