Please, My Angel, Come Home



Please, my granny, come here
Too afflicted is the wind outside
I am sad because you’re not near
The Sun emanates no more light. 

Please, my granny, come here
The world has become even worse
The night has unfurled the fear
The time no more follows its course. 

Without you there’s no light and no laughter
Without you heaven cries, angels fall
There is neither before nor after
There’s no life, there is nothing at all. 

Without you, I’m no longer a child
The time flows agonisingly slow
From the country of love I’m exiled
And my soul drowns naked in snow. 

Please, my Angel, come home!
Let the pain forever surrender 
Take away the unbearable storm
Make this fate more kind and tender.

Please, my Angel, don’t cry!
I know the seas will shortly calm down
I know that the stars in the sky
Will make the anguish rebound. 

About this poem

This poem was written for my grandmother who had been hospitalised due to COVID-19. I wrote the poem when I thought I would never see her again; when tears of pain were desperately falling down my cheeks; when clots of blood were exasperatedly clogging up in my heart.

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Written on September 03, 2020

Submitted by Emilycalancea on August 30, 2022

Modified on April 13, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme Axbx Axbx cdcd efef xcxc gxgx
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 842
Words 163
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

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I grew up in a quiet town full of history and tragedy. Now I am in The Netherlands, about to start writing a new poem of my life. I hope it is full of passion and creativity. more…

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