I wrote this poem when I lost my grandma, it was the first time I had lost someone close to me. The day she died I lost a big piece of what life meant to me, she was the one who believed in me the most. she was a beautiful soul and anybody who would meet her would love her almost instantly. Death is never easy and grief is a very difficult process. Sometimes I find it’s hard for people to relate as it’s a different experience for everyone.
This is the first time I have made a video of one of my poems I usually would just write and post but this time I thought I’d try a different approach.Hope you enjoy it !
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Tiffany Barba
Hey, I’m 28 years old , dreamer , writer , mom , resilience is my middle name. Love to inspire people to be the best version of themselves. I aspire to be a published author one day and speaker.
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Thanksgiving weekend
Thanksgiving weekend, three sisters with their kids and husbands head out of town . They rented a beautiful farm house for the festivities And have all the food needed for an amazing feast. Once they arrive , they pass through a small town .All the streets are decorated as if they were in a hallmark movie. The pumpkins , sunflower bouquets and a beautiful smell of fresh baked apple pie filled the streets .They pull up to the house and it’s breath taking , the beautiful maple trees dressed in their best fall colours are dancing in the light crisp autumn wind. The men unpack the car whilst the kids are playing in the leafs , the sisters head into the house and crack open a bottle of wine . They prepare the turkey and stuffing and put it in the oven and start the timer . Sitting on the porch swing, the sisters admire their kids and husbands in a distance playing and laughing . They decide to visit a pumpkin patch nearby and grab a couple for the kids to carve . Once they finish the carving they put little lights inside the pumpkins that will light up once the sun goes down .
By Tiffany Barba5 years ago in Families
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