Earl. B

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This is very personal to me and has mentions of death and sensitive subjects. This is just a warning for those who don't like to read about depressing topics. I decided to post this because it was my first official poem, and i received a lot of positive from it.

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Day's grew into weeks which grew into months.

Then it all happened at once.

The day I saw you in the hospital was the last day I saw you alive.

You were in the ICU, asleep, but not alive.

You were barely living.

Your lips caved in where your dentures should have been.

A hospital gown drapped over your frail skin.

Happy to see me despite everything stacked against you.

Wanting to speak but the words could not form no matter how much you wanted them to.

Yet you seemed so at ease.

Even when you knew your time was soon.

Everyone wept when they pulled you off life .

There wasn't a dry eye in the room.

You weren't quite dead, but you weren't alive either.

Granny tried talking to you.

But just staying awake was a challenge.

We all knew you'd leave us soon.

Though none of us were ready for that.

Not a single person in that room was prepared for your death.

And I think we never will.

So I love you Earl. B.

You have a special place in heaven looking down upon us.

We all miss you.

But even the strongest people die too.

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