‘A grandson’s grief’

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By Michael MacLean, Sixth grade student, Mill Pond School, Westborough 

Michael MacLean
Photo/submitted

Grief visits the heavy-hearted 

Where pools of tears 

Stream down cheeks

And warm hugs do nothing 

To comfort those hearts broken into shards of glass

Pictures sit upon a black box at the end of the room along with the smell of beautiful flowers. 

My legs don’t move

My eyes are like faucets pouring out water as I stare at the box

A sea of darkness is all I can see

My mother’s hugs as warm as the sun cannot stop the never ending death that lingers in the room.

Grief attaches itself to everybody. 

I stare out the window

My grandfather stares back

Waving and smiling he looks into my eyes and sees only sorrow

Death comes over and blocks my sight

Death. 

Death sits at the window waiting to block the sunlight that gives happiness to our lives. 

Death is a killer and a thief that steals life and kills happiness

When death comes darkness will come with it. 

They dance and laugh at everybody in the room without anyone realizing. 

It kills you even if it is not you that death claims as its target. 

Death lingers in the room I sit in. 

Muffled cries and tears dripping onto the floor is the only sound that I can hear. Never ending. 

DEATH.

Grief visits the heavy-hearted 

Where pools of tears 

Stream down cheeks

And warm hugs do nothing 

To comfort those hearts broken into shards of glass

Pictures sit upon a black box at the end of the room along with the smell of  beautiful flowers. 

My legs don’t move

My eyes are like faucets pouring out water as I stare at the box

A sea of darkness is all I can see

My mother’s hugs as warm as the sun cannot stop the never ending death that lingers in the room.

Grief attaches itself to everybody. 

I stare out the window

My grandfather stares back

Waving and smiling he looks into my eyes and sees only sorrow

Death comes over and blocks my sight