Truth Is

Truth Is

A Poem by gabiaimee
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For my grandfather.

"
Truth is, 
I was never that disappointed 
when we went fishing on Chabot 
and came home empty every time.
But you were, so I shook my head, too. 

I never cared about mechanics
or building from scratch
on your workbench in the garage.
But you did, so I helped, too. 

I never felt quite right
when you'd buy me something else
for no reason at all.
But you did, so I thanked you.

I never quite appreciated
the little moments and words
or the laughs we shared together.
But you did, and I love you, too.
I never thought about it
how it wouldn't be forever
and you would be temporary.
Now you are. I love you.




**In Memory of my beloved grandfather Carl Peterson**
          August 21, 1927-July 24-2014

© 2014 gabiaimee


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This hits hard with me. I never got to fully appreciate my grandfather. I loved him, but i did not visit him enough. I often found excuses not to take a 45 minute drive to see him. There would always be another time right? But it was that time together that mattered most. "I never quite appreciated the little moments and words or the laughs we shared together. but you did." I didn't notice it until too late. My brothers and i were the world to my grandfather. He was at his near happiest around us. Seeing his family grow into men. knowing they still loved him despite his faults. Seeing he was not forgotten. Yet, i still forgot him in my own way... by not being there... until he was gone.

Thank you for the bitter sweet memory of my grandfather. A beautiful heartfelt piece of poetry here. I'm not crying... It's just watering my beard. You know... like a garden.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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that was one of the most amazing poems, i know what is it like to be in your shoes, things will get better!!! i am always here if you need a friend to talk to :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have lost all my parents and grandparents. So this makes me feel a little sad for sure. Thank you for evoking some feelings today.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Tributes...always render at the heart of it all...
and you did express that in your own words...
here of the times remembered --- of your grandfather...

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This hits hard with me. I never got to fully appreciate my grandfather. I loved him, but i did not visit him enough. I often found excuses not to take a 45 minute drive to see him. There would always be another time right? But it was that time together that mattered most. "I never quite appreciated the little moments and words or the laughs we shared together. but you did." I didn't notice it until too late. My brothers and i were the world to my grandfather. He was at his near happiest around us. Seeing his family grow into men. knowing they still loved him despite his faults. Seeing he was not forgotten. Yet, i still forgot him in my own way... by not being there... until he was gone.

Thank you for the bitter sweet memory of my grandfather. A beautiful heartfelt piece of poetry here. I'm not crying... It's just watering my beard. You know... like a garden.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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