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Lauren has written a poem about her grandmother’s death and how it is impactingher every day. Lauren metaphorically describes her grandmother as ‘stitches’because when she passed away, everything fell apart.
Stitches hit the floor
Faces gone pale
Eyes gone red
An indescribable ache
Saliva gathers Nausea
Pleas and outbursts
Faces cupped by hands
Silence
Blurred vision
No sense of direction
Disoriented
One life gone, other life’s shattered
This isn’t just a loss, this isn’t just grief
This is a whole new emotion created just for her
The stitches gone, it falls apart
It seems there is no reason to continue without them
\It’s frosted where it once was warm
One mention of her and the emotion erupts
An angry volcano unable to forgive, or forget
It will never be the same
A saint surrounded by sinners
The only rose without a thorn
A love that can never be replaced
A heart that may never be mended
A gap that may never be filled
A feeling that may never be lost
