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I have no words
no silver-tongued phrases
no glib expressions at my command.
words fade
when confronted by this...
life is truth
but what about death?
What say those who are left behind?
Who cries for the one we shall bury?
not me...
my eyes are as dry
as my pen...
They shouldn't be.
This does not do her justice...
The universe cries out
'she is dead'
and I am totally numb.Just two little words
'she'...
feminine pronoun
person of a female persuasion
bearer of children
a being not masculine...and
'dead'
deceased
departed
popped off the twig
no longer among the living
pushing up the daisies
six foot under
the dearly departed...How can those two words
possibly come together
to describe someone important
to so many people?She was a mother
a sister
a cousin...
a wife
she was my grandma
and I loved her.