Celina Adrian

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"silence"

I spoke to her
just days before
she had her stroke
life is a joke
so cruel and so mean
as to not allow my grandmother
to ever talk to me again -
no song the way that she once sang
so sweet -
so harsh is the hush
the cruelty of time
to not allow my grandmother
to ever offer advise to her child again
tomorrow
is not certain
and I'm not so sure
of how to cope with that -
though still here
my father is gone too
all in one fell swoop
my family
doesn't speak
anymore
tomorrow
my family will
no longer speak