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When I was little, my grandpa was my world
My world, who took me under his wing
And taught me everything I knew
My grandpa was strict and did get on my nerves
But deep inside, he knew that I loved him
We wrote letters on the floor
Drew pictures on the wall
He was there for me with my every step
But one gloomy day,
He went out
Couldn’t say goodbye
And I didn’t know that it was the last day
That I’d see him by
He went out
Fairly fine, with that warm smile spread across his face
But never did he return
Back to our home once again
From the road, he went straight to the hospital bed
Where he laid for his next three months straight
Waited for long for him to recover
Waited with hope and pain
Went to see him but not a word he said
He couldn’t smile with me like before
Nor he could comfort me with his words
As I stared, my tears;
They were pouring down like the rain.
Can he see?
Does he know?
I am here
Grandpa, please
Just look at me once
Smile at me once more
Just say that you’ll be fine
That you won’t be lonely,
Without me by your side.
I wanted him here
With me as I grow
But he was in a hurry
to get closer to god.
One dark day
I saw my mom’s face
And I knew that he left me behind
No last goodbye
No last hug
No last words
He just went
Keeping nothing but his memories
For me to grief and bawl.
Äŧül Apr 14
He was born in 1924.
The month was November.
And the date was 20.

He passed away in 1991.
The month was September.
And the date was 25.

I couldn't consciously listen to him.
I missed out on a grandpa.
I could've learnt so much.

He also taught Sänskřŧäm.
My HP Poem #1924
©Atul Kaushal
arCamm Apr 4
the driving force of will and imagination
with an unique lens of the world
the gifts that reside within these 4 wheels


- a.r. Camm
R.I.P. Grandpa
leechyna Mar 14
Soon we will be old
Enough
To be called
Grands'.
Will you be with me'
Then
Or will you go with those with Grands
And pounds
Sooner or later
Want to write a book about us
Let my grandkids have a better grandmom
Shady Pines thrive where
We abandon our elders
To wait to whither
Remember the Golden Girls!? Shady Pines was where they'd repeatedly threaten to send Ma whenever her sharp tongue went after too many people's jugulars. rofl.
hmm, a funny anecdote in the midst of a serious topic: elder care neglect. It's all too common. What are the root causes?
Ken Pepiton Jan 21
Interrupted by my grandson with a telescope.
I think…
that never happened to many old men,
I feel,
special, y'know, like
I am and something like
this happened only because
I exist as this child imagines I am.
I am useless, unless I am
yet, after all,
Good at games grand father who knows stars
by name
and planets on planes intersecting our own.

_ I _ settle to see less sense intended than taken
as my reaction
results in a ripple
through time, to this place you imagine exists
as you read random lines
preforming perceptual preceptorial exploits
making peace
past all the battlefields imagined,
as legends go, we know the tropes,
all were digitized, the battles being refought result
in the same ever afters observers imagine.
No sane child can imagine studying war
no more moral interpretation
art implication
prepostper-full three decade dose of teleostic vision,
and unforgettable jingles
on the radio.
---
hit the road, Jack, jack of the lantern, lighter of lamps,
watcher in the night,
we have no need of warning,

we have drowned.

Goodnight Irene, goodnight
I'll see you in my dreams
------- farawayfaraway faraway
Home
Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I have a great notion
To jump into the river and drown

see ya'round' sunshine.
Synchronicity of opportunity and poetic licentiousness.
The love for you Ive always had,
Left me the same time you did
But the regretful thoughts never will
To my Grandpa, whom I never got to know...I wish I had taken the chance, because Ill never get it again. Happy Birthday
David Dec 2020
Hey grandpa,
It’s been a hot minute huh?

I’m growing up,
But its not all ‘thumbs-up.’

Ive heard so little
About your curious life.

I wish we met,
Before you left.

An amazing editor
That I admire.

How I miss you!

Even though,
In the photo’s,

You seem to be,
So very tired.
This is a poem that is a little bit more personal, I never got to meet my grandfather. And If I wrote a letter to him, I think it would go something like this.
leechyna Nov 2020
Hey son
Tomorrow will seem drunk
But don't take easy on it
If world seems like whisky tomorrow
Chase
Coz we live this life for once
Not twice😅😅😅
Zoe Grace Nov 2020
A heart of gold stopped beating
Two shining eyes now at rest
God broke our hearts to prove
That he only takes the best
Seven years ago today, my Pop collapsed in his bedroom and was declared braindead. This is the poem my mum wrote for him. Pop, if you can see this, I love you. I miss you every day.
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