A Tale Of Forgiveness

A Tale Of Forgiveness long poem

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She judged her every step
Her crumbled wrinkles and grey hair
A story of a granddaughter and grandmother

Her parents always sent her to her house
The old shadowy house with a glittering stream
grass to the knees and smell of fresh mud

Her gloomy mood continued each day
The range of their arguments grew
She hated staying there, she hated the old human

The grandma was distraught too
What to do , what to make her girl smile
She cursed her tears , brushing off a silver hair

She was up in her room in deep trance
She was listening to her favorite tunes
As every human has a guilt factor she did too

She went down , slowly
Creating as much as noise she could
So that she could be heard

Knocked on a broken door
“coming” came a broken voice
A unfixable broken voice

Her room was white with some instrument on her bed
She had never noticed a drip
Was that why she always looked so down

“darling you shouldn’t be here “
Tears splashed on the floor
A story was to be told , a secret was to be revealed

She slowly heard her unfold her secretive words
The words which pushed her deep in a pool of agony
So deep that she couldn’t swim out

When the girl was born everybody took it as a miracle, A disease so severe it was surely a miracle
She need a donor and one was found
A fact known to everyone, a secret not known to one

She felt a stab in her chest
Cutting her through and through
Leaving her in ashes

So much risk from a person whom she hated
Her tears raged , her eyes red
Not a word came out of her bruised heart

“I’ll die any second that’s for sure
But remember that I’ve always loved even if I didn’t get any back
I love you and will always do”

The only thing she needed to live, her blood, was all donated
Her life was on the edge of a cliff
And she was willing to jump off for her child

“Why my lord “she questioned with no answer to gain
To cheer or to create a joyful mood
All was found was guilt and despair

“ma, I’m sorry and I lo…”
She hesitated and did so
As she was the only soul left in the room
Grandma was right after all,
She could have died any second

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Hello! I am a 12 year old girl and an aspiring poet ! I am a fangirl and in love with Harry Potter , Percy Jackson and Hunger Games !! I am young so my poems might not be well polished but i just write my feeling on a piece of paper because i love doing it ! Hope you like my thoughts written through my poems!!
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Nakshatra Verma

SIMPLY LOVED IT….its about how much people can sacrifice for their loved ones..no matter what they will love them unconditionally. .


wow what wonderful words and these from one so young. Well done you, keep writing

ammu sachariah

Good poem. Keep writing.

Sukhman Singh

Awfully long but awfully nice


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