Grandma's Death: A Rhyming Poem

In the darkness of the midnight, shadows spring and tales are told, Of a man devoid of valor, of a heart both hard and cold. Watched his mother breathe so heavy, as paralysis took its toll, Ignored her silent pleas for help, his apathy on full patrol. Her frail arm, once strong and sturdy, paralyzed, no longer free, Under moonlight's somber witness, as grim as an eerie sea. Night's cruel hand came without warning, clutching tight with icy glee, And from that moment henceforward, she bore her pain for all to see. He watched as she was plagued by fright, tormented by death's looming knell, Kept his silence like a fortress; our lamentations couldn't quell. Instead of seeking urgent aid, he chose the coward’s path to dwell, Shrugged off his moral duty, like a discarded worthless shell. She slept, but did not wake again, into oblivion gently she slid, What mournful tales the morning whispers, of deeds best kept amid. He touched her, felt the icy sting, a cruel fate to outbid, Did he ever speak of remorse, or were those feelings staunchly hid? She hadn't eaten for days eleven, yet he remained ignorant, In the face of impending doom, his indifference was evident. Her life slowly waned, like a neglected candle, unlit, As if he wished to forget, as if to oblivit. A father, should he not protect? A son, to aid, inclined? Yet, he withheld that saving call, love and duty undermined. All these tales of sorrow and woe, etched deep within our mind, Of how he watched her last sunset, cruelly resigned. Despite this tale of sorrow, of a father lost and blind, May we learn to cherish, to be gentle, and kind. For the world is full of heartache, but love, too, we may find, In each sunrise's promise, in the bonds that intertwine. Let this memory be a stark contrast and guide, To the compassionate hearts we house inside. May we strive to be better, where he has mis-plied, And from such stark misgivings, may we always stride aside.

The day she was taken from us, forever more It made me so angry and frustrated, I could not ignore I needed to talk things through and make sure he saw That he needed to've done something, for us to heal He just stood there and watched, he didn't do a thing All the pain she went through, he couldn't hear her scream His selfish ways in so many ways, he could have saved her life But he didn't care he just stood by, in his own strife This unjust act is not something we can ignore My grandparents death should not be a score I want to him to pay for the pain that he had done And my grandma's memory haunt him forever, until his dying day My heart may be filled with pain and sorrow But at least my grandma isn't struggling to see the morrow I will forever be affected, by the way he chose his action My grandmas death, has been a hard lesson