Wonder

I sat by his chair, holding his hand,
He turned to me, and asked me a question.
He said, "I know that I'm old and sick,
But do you still love me?"

I said yes, of course I love him,
And he asked me,
"Do you love me just a little,
Or a whole lot?"

A whole lot, I said.
And he said he loves me,
A whole lot, too.
And my eyes filled with tears as I turned away.

Sometimes I wonder,
Will I see him again?
Will he remember my name?
Will he be able to stand?

And I wonder,
Will he know who I am?
Will he hold out his hand?
Will he ask me again?

I love you, not just a whole lot,
But with my whole heart.
And I can't bear when I see you clutch your chest,
And then apologize for being in pain.

And I wish that I could help you,
and I wish that I was there.
And I wonder when I think of him,
How much longer will he sit in his chair?

How much longer will he sip his coffee?
And how much longer will he read his paper?
From his pain, will he ever be free?
Will there ever be a cure?

And I just hope
That I can see
Him once more,
While he's still he.

Yes, I love you.
A whole lot.
I know you love me, too.
And here, my heart crumbles.

Author's Note

This is about my great-grandfather, whom I loved dearly. He passed away in April this year, I miss him terribly. Tell me what you think, please:)