A poem I wrote not quite a month after my grandpa passed away. |
I miss the man he was When I was just a child The carefree times we shared With a spirit so free and wild He opened a whole new world To this girl’s young eyes Climbing trees until the sun set Sharing stories while gazing at the skies Playful rough-housing In the living room floor Something so simple Overjoyed me to the core A tasty bite of butterscotch And a giggle on the stoop Perhaps we’d take a trip to the blackberry patch Just behind the chicken coop But time marches forward And we both grew older Things would never be the same again Our lives waxed dim and colder I watched him fade away As time’s ugly hand gripped ever tighter It was so hard to watch his struggle Losing a man I always knew to be fighter The call came one night A night I’ll never lose He was slipping ever faster Life or death was God’s to choose I got to his side Only moments too late His soul had already departed He was knocking at Heaven’s gate In all my grief I paused I looked back through photos and saw The angel God sent down from His side To look after me and be my grandpa 08.02.07 |