A letter from my grandfather

A letter from grandfather

Son, I know life has been harsh and bitter,
It is so alike this years snow!
But you must learn to stand up for yourself,
And never keep the head down, low!

Now I know, I am just repeating old things,
Things my father had said…
I know my child in my words,
You have never found anything but dread…

In what I am about to tell you,
There is no pity not shame…
Imagine that you’re the one with that flame
I have seen it in your eyes, in your heart,
A flame that will never leave you fall apart,
It will help you when you fell the most broken,
It will keep your head up, the spirit-awaken,
It will guide your through your long, dusty way
So that no one may, hurt you or stop you to help others
After all, weak men in a time of need are brothers!

My Father told me this right before he died,
One day I knew that he would have wanted his children
To fight for those in need, not for themselves as all people might…
Not like him with a rifle and a bayonet,
But with the power of kindness for the weak and, of courage for any treat!
Those who are selfish, they will never be like you!
They can not think your way!
But be careful they are always two steps away!

Read this letter aloud,
Be the person you want to be,
Make your grandfather proud!

Because you are so far I send you a letter,
A letter written with my last words,
Do not leave tears on the paper! I am dying but It is not a pity!
Live your life with bravery and honor, and death is pretty!

Love Grandfather!