Poem for my Grandmother, poem to the world

[DracoBug]

I hope this isn't too depressing or anything, but it's something that I wrote that I'd like to share. I hope you like it. Includes themes of growing old and dying.

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So, the power is out.
I was supposed to be doing homework all day,
but virtual pet dragons were more interesting.
Life is like that, I guess.
My great aunt died the other day.
It's alright, I wasn't too close with her.
But my grandmother was.
I called her on the phone and she seemed okay
but she always hides how she really feels.
I can tell she's heartbroken.
I've been meaning to print her some pictures
for about a year now.
A year is so short.
My grandma is turning 96 this year.
How much longer does she have?
1? 2? 3? 4? years?
I wanted to conduct interviews with her
but I'm not sure where to start.
My life is just starting as hers is
drawing to a close.
How do I make it count?
My grandfather said that growing old isn't for sissies.
At his celebration of life, I shared poetry
at my grandmother's request.
She says I'm a talented poet,
and that I should never stop writing.
So, I probably won't.
And maybe I'll show her what I've created
before her time is up.
I encourage you all to call someone you love
before they've expired
like my great aunt did
like my grandmother will.
I'm sure a call with her is all I'll want
once she's gone.
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