Monday, January 24, 2011

Narritive poem: The tragic day

Happy, Excited, and Anxious i was feeling that day before IT happened.
We were going to the mall...yayyy!
She was so excited.
 so was I.
 we were going to the mall TOGETHER, bonding not knowing it would be the Last time.

 She was my 65 year old twin, hahahaha...
The only difference was she had grayish hair and i didnt.
Our faces were identical,  but  maybe a little bit different because of our age difference.
I loved her.
She loved me.

 As we walked through those doors seeing those shinning lights and colorful signs we admire them.
She loved them.
I loved them.
We talked, laughed, and sang(for no reason)
she enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it.
The smile on her face was priceless.
I would give anything to go back in time and see it again.
I miss her.
She misses me.
I know it.

 Happy and Super excited while walking home.
The smile on her face was pricless...
I felt like her smile was such an accomplishment, because i had THAT feeling.
We got home and sat at the dinner table with the family, yum... food was scrumptious and delicious.
We then sat as a family to just talk about random things.
Then all of a sudden... DISASTER STRUCK!
"I cant breathe, i cant breathe " is all i can hear her faint voice...
Im shaking, Im shaking.
There i knew she was leaving me, us... this world.
Tears ran down my cheek as i cannot hold my pain.
Her last words to me were " No me miras" dont look at me

 The ambulance came and took her away.
I receive the phone call, Cries then silence...
I let out a faint cry, then i burst into tears.
My world fell on top of me and i lost it.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe it.
She died.
She died.
Sad, devastated, and more sad... I was feeling that day after It happened.

The tragic day.


  1. I liked your poem because i felt this was very deep, and that you were brave enough to write about your grandmother's death. Also it hought you were brave because you wrote something about your life, and something that you needed to let out, and not keep your emotions all bottled up inside.
    I also thought that this poem was good because you didnt go right to the scene where she was having a heart attack and dying, you added details about the whole day and what you were doing.
    Im very sorry for your Loss, but I liked your poem.