heaves letter- grandfathers salute

A Poem by Hana Linzi

This is a poem I did in class about my grandfather. Please leave a review

When I was only that young little child,

I was small, quiet, and alone.

I stood there by myself staring at what lied ahead of me.

There He lay in that bronze coffin,

With his hands cuffed over

His stomach in a heart shape

I noticed he had make up on, foundation Covering up

The scars on his face,

He looked pale, stiff.

He looked like he’d pop up any minute now.

The man in that casket, he

Seemed in peace, happy

It didn’t look like my grandfather.

Stranded there, staring

Fear, anger, alone was running through my cold veins.

Watching everyone fill in the stands,

I sat there,

People that my grandfather knew,

Fills into the hard wooden pews.

Pew after pew was filled with people,

Even people surrounding us standing

I settle in between people I loved, felt more comforted than I would’ve alone,

The piano playing the rhythms of amazing grace

So quiet and alone, I sat

The suited minister stood up, with a stern voice,

“We all gather here today”

My body was numb, couldn’t feel a thing.

I turn my head slightly to the left,

My heart broken a lil more,

My mother in her lighted blue eye shadow, her lighted eyeliner on the bottom of her eye,

I noticed she was crying,

Her curly hair swooshed

Showed she was staring at her dress pants.

I wanted to tear up,

I glance in front of me,

my grandmother in her dark bronze dress

Tears streaming down her face,

Could tell that she didn’t want to be there,

To escape just like I did

I couldn’t take the pain.

I bow my head for people not to see me weaken,

I forced everything out of my brain.

It was way too real for me to comprehend,

Felt that I was just going insane.

I close my eye lids so I couldn’t see a thing.

All these memories flooded in

Like an invasion

The film started to play,

Zooming into my own movie

I was a baby, watching TV

Oh it was only him and me.

It went through memory after memory.

I was crunched up, knees to my face,

Up against that brown wooden made fence,

I watch him work on vehicle after vehicle,

His greasy dark brown hands deep down into the hood trying to screw parts in.

Scene after scene went through,

the calls I use to make.

I couldn’t forget that Dr. Pepper he always drank.

I couldn’t forget the blaring John Wayne, nor

The Johnny cash songs he used to sing.

As the scenes go through one by one,

He picked me up after kindergarten.

He sat there when I found out my great grandmother passed away.

But he was by my side, making sure I’ll be alright.

He was there for good or bad like the best friend I never had.

Those were the days that nothing could go wrong, only

Because he taught me to be strong.

I was his soldier, and I would bare his honor.

Holding my hand up to my forehead,

I salute my fellow commander

I am built with pride,

Being the soldier that wants to be just like him.

But like life all has ending,

So didn’t my memories.

Hoping I could see them all once again.

On YouTube letting me play it one more time

But my movie was coming to an end,

And there no buttons to rewind.

The nightmares and fears started to play.

I wasn’t going insane.

The last memories started to play.

The last night

I couldn't sleep

I had too many thought

Running through my mind

But early in the morning,

He told me my last goodbye

I didn't know why, but I cried.

I remember receiving that call,

Seeing the worst kind of tears of all,

That fist going through that wall,

The anger and hurt in the room.

I heard a voice I knew so well in my head.

“You have to be strong like I taught you.”

I forced my tears back to hide the pain inside.

I stared up to the sky,

Giving the salute to the man up high.

It may be a long, hard, hurtful battle for me to succeed

But providing for my family,

Is the key.

I was there,

Seeing where he once laid.

Blood on floor, from his tragic fall

Where he left his last remains.

Feeling all alone, in a dark sad home.

Full of hurt and the unknown.

My shield finally fell.

A soldier isn't always strong.

That smooth cold tear fell down my face.

My movies over, and my eyes open

In my mind, it roams.

I couldn't believe he left me,

I came back to reality,

Knowing that my grandfather’s gone,

He left me here, on my own, to be strong.

The Paul biers in the black dress pants,

White long shirts and black ties

Carry my grandfather out in the bronze casket

Next I knew, standing there in a graveyard.

A chill went down my back.

I glance behind me,

An odd man in uniform stood staring at me.

I knew he wanted me, and only me.

I slid, ducked, and dodged people

This man didn't feel suspicious

Nor was I scared to stand in front of him.

Not a word was said, but he handed me an envelope.

He saluted me and walked away.

I look away for a second, there he was gone.

The envelope was a bronze golden color.

With my name in gold Cursive,

I smell a cigar scent when I opened it.

I didn't read but noticed a written letter.

It was written in black ball point pen by a male.

I join my mother, comforting her.

I felt relieved; my body wasn't numb, nor stiff

So Just one letter was kept,

To his grandpa’s lil girl he wrote.

I taught and raised you to be tough,

Full of life and all the love.

Be the person I raised you to be.

Don’t let me down on your words.

I trust you; you are grandpa’s lil girl.

Now I realize, he may have left me on this world.

To be the strong, tough soldier.

He left me in God hands.

Hoping that one day, I’ll show him his plans.

He left me with only heavens letter.

Author's Note

I would like you all to leave a reveiw of your honest opinion. Did you like or dislike? What was good and what was bad about the poem. tell me all of that and I will response back and maybe take your idea! thank you!!!

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Coyote Poetry

The poem is beautiful. You honored your grandfather and yourself with the poem. The description allowed the reader into good memories and thoughts. I hope you received a a plus. This is a amazing poem for your grandfather.
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