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[aid] => mick
[title] => One Last Time
[time] => 2005-05-17 16:57:32
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[bodytext] => If only I could've said goodbye to grandma on the day she died And If only I could have held mommas hand One last time before the end papa never loved me so I guess it was easy to let him go my brothers and sisters have all moved away but in this old house I'll sit and stay always remembering when momma was here to sit with us and bring us cheer granpa would come through the woods each day to bring us cake and watch us play the swing in the back holds memories too for grandma sat there and sang to you too I walk through this house so tired and old it creaks as I kneel to pick up whats old things have been left here on this floor things from our youth my old teddy bear I hug him just like I used to do when you were 3 and I was too this house I have ran through screaming for cake this lake I have swam in with friends and snakes i remember how I first drove Toni laughed but I pulled through friends I have been with though momma disapproved said they were silly like me and you I recall all the times that relatives came the dogs sat around as I held grandpas cane listening to stories of youth and refrain as I sit in this house I hear their voices again and even though I know their all gone I can't help but remember this house at dawn waking to the sunlight to my brothers and dog grandma was waiting on the front lawn momma would cook and I would whine but even now I miss those times after all is said and done after we're left here all alone we'll realize the way love goes and miss those things from so long ago as I sit in this chair that momma so loved I cry on the arm missing her so as I sit in this house I smell the good food and weep some more missing that too and as I sit on this floor so ragged with memories I hear all the voices of my past and my family I listen to their voices I've heard this before and finally I see what I've missed once more. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 48 [informant] => MyChemicalRomanceHeLeNa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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