Grandad bid me come

This is for my Grandad when cancer stole my friend and my childhood walks from me

Uprooting my day
with rough hued hands
calling me now..
into my past
like library book I'm handed back
and looked upon..
with prying eyes
stamping my pain now over due.
For loss of you was loss of life
days we shared
stolen unseen by cancerous hands..
craving as I your touch.
Our walks of a thousand days
corrupted now
into agonizing hours,
each breath speaks of leaving soon
as you plan to journey..
where I may not follow
though I would..
I would have followed you
if you had
but held out your hand
and bid me come...

Author's Note

Be honest

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Another love story but of a differnt kind. Its beautiful. I want more!

[Legacy]

Inyourshadow,

Tis a wonderful thing, Grandparents... when your young they can be the best friend who teaches the ways of the world in a way, parents don't know how.

Loosing someone (anyone) this close can be very devastating. You have turned the spotlight onto him and given us a glimpse of the love you felt and still do. He made a positive impact in your life (the wonderful thing), enjoy the memories.

There are but a few spelling typo's, so maybe a quick fix (other than that, honest - I really enjoyed this tribute).

Maybe you can place this into the Poetic Infusion Society's contest (LOVE).

Have a wonderful day - keep writing,

Legacy

[Peggy Gildon]

Now this is one of true love I can feel the emotion and the pain of the loss. Awesome.

[John Faulkner]

So very sad..to not have love returned by someone you adore is to have sorrow in your heart.
I enjoyed this very much

CONGRATS


JOHN

[Daytonight]

So touching and bittersweet. Cancer cruelly takes our loved ones from us when we long to have them stay. Well penned. Keep on penning. Thanks for sharing this with us.