death: Short Story (edited)
She softly cried in my arms
I didn't hear it at first
But I felt it in my heart
I felt it rattle my ribcage
Felt it sneeking into my heart
Feel the little rhythm of the soft sobs that her crys gave
I held on...
Wanting to hear more...
But I couldn't I was already disappearing
Into the empty air
Into the dark sky
I was only a grandma...
But I was already long dead before I could even say I loved her...
Long dead in my rocking chair..
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