Gramps

I wrote this for my Grandfather when he died. I guess those who you truly love in your life, never really ever leave, Thank God, because to this day, I still miss him very much.

He was my Gramps -

A part of me like these

Very thoughts themselves -

Yet he was alone.

A peaceful quiet,

Broken only by the tick of the clock -

He pondered in the darkness a fate,

And changes,

As they become other places and times,

Like the silence of an unopened door.

Those around greeted him,

Yet he knew not of their presence -

The world at his feet -

Words in his head for the world to listen to,

But few to hear.

He was the hero, the villain,

And the only soul who could dare be both -

He lived it through,

Crushed his past in his left hand,

Only to kiss it to the sky,

Like a warm memory and a fallen dream.

I remember him -

With his life I remain forever,

As his does in mine -

He was my Gramps,

And in my heart he has found eternity.

　

　

 

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

HE HAS FOUND ETERNITY .. A NEW BEGINNING .. .. I LOVE YOUR HEARTFELT WRITE .. I NEVER KNEW ANY OF MY GRAND PARENTS .. BUT I AM A GRAND MOTHER .. HOPE I AM REMEMBERED AS WELL .. AND AS LONG ..

THIS GERIATRIC NURSE, LOVES YOUR WORDS .... JAZZ

[khalid]

thats really great