Death

Me and death don't get along,
It conflicts with me and is just wrong.
I'm not scared of it,
It just leads to crying fits.
I can't attend a funeral,
Without crying like a fool.
My grandfather's last words,
Was I love you,
While he lied there on his deathbed.
We was rotting there and really couldn't speak.
Between all the garbles,
Were those three words.
Richard was so sick,
And he had given me his diamond.
He died of aids,
I couldn't stop myself when I started crying.
Pop Pop was in this 80's,
But his death was still a shock,
Because I was so young,
Although he was hooked,
To a respirator.
Mickey died of cancer,
The doctor's didn't have the answers,
To cure his bones.
He was known for his hair,
Only way I remember is without it.
I was only 3 when he died,
It was a big ole' funeral,
Everyone came,
But him that is.
Big Ma died recently,
I never knew it was that bad,
It shook me to the core.
I didn't want to leave the grave.
I wrote a long poem,
Trying to explain myself.
In the end all I could say,
Was my love for her.
My grandfather is right next to me,
Mickey died in this room,
I just lost Richard's diamond,
And Big Ma I'll always love you.
I'm crying as I pen this,
But I don't know why.
Me and death just don't get along.