Not pretend
\nbut real death —
\nshe’s gone.
\nGrammy, rest tranquil
\nin the stillborn dawn
\nnever to wake
\nby Grampy’s side again.
\nThe pain is over,
\nthe waiting done,
\nthe death drugs flushed
\nsafely down the toilet
\nwhere they now belong.
\nMingle with the universal
\nso Grampy can feel
\nyour love spread lovingly
\nthrough his suicidal soul.
\nThe time will come
\nsoon enough for you
\nboth to rest side by side
\ncremains in a cubby
\nbuilt for two
\nfor all time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Not pretend but real death — she’s gone. Grammy, rest tranquil in the stillborn dawn never to wake by Grampy’s side again. The pain is over, the waiting done, the death drugs flushed safely down the toilet where they now … Continue reading