My Hero, My lovely Nana..

My Hero, My lovely Nana..

A Poem by Jennifer Ellen

Your my hero,
The one I could always look up to.
No matter how bad the sickness got,
You always fought,
To stay here with me,
But things got tougher,
The sickness was controlling you now,
Making the pain unbearable,
Making you unable to talk straight,

The nights got tougher,
I was afraid to go to sleep,
thinking my hero wouldn't be there in the morning,
And one morning,
When I awoke,
You were gone,

It doesn't seem real,
It doesn't seem true,
I can't be mad with you,
For it wasn't your fault,
But I miss you so much,
My fear became reality,
Nothing more then this,
But I shall always miss,
The mornings of waking you up,
Just so I could lay with you,
The nights of staying up and talking,
Drinking our champagne,
Telling each other different stories,

Then when It was time for bed,
I would kiss your head,
Tell you I love you,
And that I would see you in the morning,

Every morning you would be at the kitchen table,
Eating your oat meal,
Reading the paper,
And we would sit and talk,
But you got sicker,
And couldn't get out of bed,
So we would sit in your room and talk,
Though,
On that morning,
I had to go home,
I promised to be back,
I promised that you would see me again,
Before you passed,
But I broke that promise,

The snow came,
I couldn't get to the airport,
And you left me,
Without a goodbye,
For now every time I look at the snow,
I think of your death,
It was the reason I couldn't get to you,
I hate the snow,
And I miss you so much,
You were my best friend,
My hero,
And I love you,
My lovely Nana,
I love you very much.

© 2010 Jennifer Ellen


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Jennifer Ellen
Jennifer Ellen

Skokie, IL



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I am a beautifully broken poet. I wonder why the world has so much hate in it. I hear my heart beat loud as I look at what’s to come in my life. I see the words from my heart flow out and ont.. more..

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