My Grandmom Ruth Morgan
MY Grandmom
Ruth Morgan
You cried you sighed
you also died
to soon
That morning day
you didnt answer the phone
but there you lay
alone...
I cried and cried
because you died
You cry i cry
For you will
never sigh again
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
Stephanie1234’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Just A Dream? | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Dont Tell Me If Im Dead | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Dieing Never Dies | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Death Is Horrible | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Grandmom Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Death | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| You Cry I Cry | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| In Love? | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Slowly Dieing | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| My Grandmom Ruth Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| So Theres This Boy... | 1 | 10/14/2009 |
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