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Click hereIt was a hot summer day
In the midst of my childhood
We went to see the big boys play
I knew that this would be good
Into the ballpark we’d go
And it smelled like hot dogs and beer
But as long as you held my hand
I knew there was nothing to fear
Grandfather, I love you
Christmas Day, pick any year
You were playing good old St. Nick
Laughing, smiling and full of cheer
A favorite relative, you were my pick
Grandfather, I love you
A Sunday dinner, just consumed
You set off for the living room
You sat in your seat and started to snore
It was a sound that I’d hear no more
Grandfather, I love you
The medical machinery slowly beeps
And soon I start to weep
I can no longer keep my love inside
For soon Grandfather must die
I bent closer to hug him tight
And I saw the love in his eye
I knew he believed I was just right
Why must this be goodbye?
Grandfather, you must never die
He coughs and stutters, his breath is short
And we know his life has run its course
He has gained his final release
The pain is gone; His soul is at peace
Grandfather, you have died
You have found your place in the sky
And I know as I wipe my eyes
That I shall forever hold these memories
And in my dreams, you I shall always see
Grandfather, you will never die
they live forever in eternity of theirs, TK U MLJ LV NV
This exquisite poem brings everything back ~ one memory at a time. Beautiful images reveal the Seasons of the Heart. A Grandfather is a lovesome thing to be cherished forever.
Wow, you were so right.. our poems are a lil mirror of each other, almost... This poem is soo wonderful. Heartfelt yes..I can see all the love..You did a fantastic job teeling your story, and the flow was great...Keep them coming.. Loved this~~!!! Very Special..
and spoken with the naturalness of remembering. I loved my grandpa too, and your poem made me feel good. Even though you've lost him, you haven't because of these beautifully expressed memories.