Death, Distruction, and Disease: A Guide to an Early End
A phone call shattering my heart for the first time.
Two friends meeting an early fate by collision.
Hearing my aunt cry.
Splashing water on my face in the bathroom sink.
A phone call that made my heart stop.
He took her from us, and the bastard made his bed.
I hope in hell, he'll get to lie in it.
Continously looking at my phone, and waiting for another call.
This time I was prepared.
It was slow, but still too early.
After seeing her last child, she took her last breath.
Every time the phone rings, my heart stirs.
Superfluous thoughts race through my mind.
So many people met such an early fate.
Who now is gone?
This Poems Story
This poem is about three major moments of grief in my life. The first section is the death of my uncle, who died in an accident. This was the first experience with death that I fully understood. My ears were hurting from driving down a steep hill in Duluth, when my mom got a call from my aunt letting us know. He was the closest thing to a father figure in my life at the time. The next section is about the destruction a man had reaped on my family. My great aunt was murdered in a murder-suicide by her boyfriend. He tucked himself into her bed before killing himself. I got a call from my mom while I was at work, and I couldn\'t believe what had happened. The third chunk is about a grandmother figure in my life, who died from cancer. Several people in my life have died from cancer before, but this one really made me see the effect cancer has on someone\'s body and mind. She held on until she could see her son who got leave from the military to be there for her final moments. She had given up on life, though normally a woman with great perseverance. She proved that by holding on until she saw everyone she loved. The last part is about how I feel when I get an unexpected call from a family member.
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