Purple Sweater | Cluster 16

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─•~❉᯽❉~•─

❝ Shallow soil is sprinkled onto the coffin, 

as grief echos through mausoleum.

My grandmama used to call me muffin,

such a sweet poison. 


Her laughter and warmth, fire up my grieving heart, 

as I clench her purple sweater. 

I wish, I could give her life a restart, 

so she could live for the better. 


The memories are slowly eating me alive, 

as beads of tears pour out of my eyes. 

I wish, I could see her live, 

to rip away those lies. 


I look past everyone,

to see an unbelievable sight. 

I see that certain someone, 

who looked beautiful tonight. 


My grandmama is there, looking healthy as ever, 

floating towards the sky. 

She mouths: I would never, 

as she goes up high. 


I grip onto my warming heart, 

as I remember. 

We might be apart, 

but she will always be my protector. ❞

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

> Central Idea: The central idea of the poem is the speaker's grief over the loss of their grandmama, and their longing to have her back in their life. The subject matter revolves around themes of loss, love, and remembrance.

> Context: In terms of context, the poem is likely set at a funeral or memorial service for the speaker's grandmama. The speaker is grappling with their grief and memories of their loved one, and ultimately finds solace in the belief that their grandmama will always be watching over them. The poem captures the universal experience of loss and the longing for connection with those who have passed away.

(Analysis done by AI) 

(Author's note: Something simple for you all, because I am sick. Hope you enjoyed. <3) 



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