The Little Things

I wrote this in POV of my grand mother...for my grand father who passed the 19th Jan. 2010

The sheets are cold now on your side of the bed.
Yes, so cold, so stiff and lifeless.
Just saying those words reminds me of your state.

There are no more afternoon phone calls from the office.
I looked forward to those...now the phone remains silent.
I remain lost in vertigo.

Our grandchildren...oh how they have grown with us.
Now I must do it all alone.
They can never remove your shoes from your feet again.
There will be no running out to grab your briefcase as you return home.
My they miss that.

Or the hand full of quarters from your jar that you allowed them.
The bigger their hands...the more they could get, always just one chance though.
Ah and the Saturday mornings filled with cartoons, favorite seats and Twists from the bakery.
Oh these memories will be more cherished than any precious stone.

I will miss you...
I miss you now.
I find myself calling out to you and it is always a shake of reality when I realize you will never answer. Never.

I can try to live now, but it is with hope that someday I will hold you again.
Someday the children will weep when they are reunited with you.
And our grandchildren would bring gifts of your legacy to you.

Someday.
Till then...I cherish the memory of all the little things.
Because to me, they are much too big to contain within my mind.
I love you...

R.I.P
Rev. Charles J. Wallace
My grandfather.

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

Such a bitter sweet read this is, I lost both my mother and grandmother 3 months apart this year. I feel your pain, her pain, the cherish memory, and missing a valued spirit, a light on our lives. You wrote this one too well as it has put me on the verge of tears. Blissful but painful as well.

[Orlando Murcia]

Absolutely Beautiful!

[Juan]

This is sweet and sad and I totally relate since my grandfather passed away a few days ago.I know I've said before that this is sad but it also has a silver lining which to me makes this poem just another reason to be read and enjoyed.

I'm sorry for your loss and I think you wrote a really amazing poem :)