One Last Time

• Alyssa Horan, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Whilst clutching a bouquet of wild flowers, I spoke at a slow pace.
“I love you more than the galaxies in the sea, and the waves in space,
More than the moon in the day, and the sun during night.
I love you more than the asteroids that send off sparks of light.

More than that sweet silence, full of sound,
Because to you, I am faithfully bound.
As if a raven, my heart chirps it’s song,
For it knows that it is with you, I belong.

I love you, Grandma, no matter how old,
There is heat from love, though it grows so cold,
As winter approaches, my love for you,
Will never fade away with the morning dew.”

The hospital bed groaned as she beckoned me closer.
We embraced, one last time, yet now death too knows her.