BizzleWrites

Australia

I'm Issy.
I'm 14 and an aspiring artist and author.
She/her
Black Lives matter.
Likes:
Bi puns
Murder mystery TV shows
Art
Shakespeare poetry
Dislikes:
I can't even be bothered writing them all down
.
Goodbi
Have a nice day

Message from Writer

Remember to write even if you think you are bad at it, you're not

Dear Nana

December 22, 2020

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I don't believe in the afterlife 
I never really did 
You get one life, then it's all over
Shall I die, life forbid 
But I know you'd be proud of me
If still you were alive
If only from some distant place you could see
My sister and I
And despite your ashes in the ground; you live on
In the scent of a shining yellow rose
Now I know I barely knew you, of only tragedy 
But I hope that you believed in me before the close 
The pages of your life now ripped in two
And me, a child -- too young to understand 
But I know you must have loved me
So now, in my mind on your shallow grave I stand
I have only one memory of you, before your death
Now I canvass my mind it's two 
You arose from your bedroom, into the living room 
Where I had taken a seat on your arm-chair too
Your other grand-daughters told me to arise 
To leave a space on your arm-chair for you
That's it --the memory-- I close my eyes
In my mind your life is short, through and through
I remember the cake we made for your birthday 
And the tester one which was promptly cut in two 
I know one was eaten at a party, but that's it
And I know that yellow roses honor you
I remember the day two after your death
The terrible moment in the living room
Where Mother shed silent tears for you
Now over me death will always loom
I hope you knew, before your last great days 
That I shared something that was part of you
And now I write with grammar, thanks to that
And draw or paint, another thing of you 
But I always wish I'd known you for longer
If only your departure had been stalled 
You were only young, in the eyes of all your life
But of you death and sadness somehow called 

Salty crackers cooking makes me think of you
And inside I cry for the woman I never really knew 
I know you held the strength not beared by many 
So why did you have to die at three times twenty? 

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