Ember

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Last seen: 12 years 35 weeks ago

Joined: 2003/05/14

Only a reminiscence of a faint

childhood dream

Following the ironic path of how

things never seem

Closing a door appearing to be locked

with no entrance

Because the spirit of her yearning soul

only enchants

Tracing the edges with a shaky hand

to remember

Past the cold memories and ice tones of

dying ember

For the ashes have been buried beneath

forgiving eyes

The plan of an awaited encounter

without goodbyes

Author's Notes/Comments:

I wrote this poem about my Grandma who I haven't seen since I was 8 years old, which was 8 years ago. She had finally reached me online and I planned on meeting her, but she died of cancer before we received the chance. I did not have a good childhood with that side of my family and I just wanted to let her know that I forgave her, but I never had the chance to say it. This poem is my way of letting her know that I'm doing my best to remember her and that I forgive her.