You were always there for me,
You held me when I was weak,
You were my pony,
You would kiss me on the cheek,
And make things better,
I love you Grandpa,
You were my shelter,
Now I am staring in awe,
This casket in front of me,
This old man I once knew,
Oh God Please!
Pull me through,
He was my savior,
My guiding light,
I wish I would have learned to savor,
Those moments we were together at night,
Reading me bedtime stories,
With so much delight!
All of his glories,
Meant nothing after he lost his fight,
I don’t know what I am going to do,
I need someone to hold me,
Someone to make me feel new,
Someone who won’t flee,
At the first site of a grown man crying,
Someone who will be gentle and kind,
Someone understanding,
But wait, that was his job,
And no one can take his place.
My heart will forever throb,
And I will have no saving grace,
More than half my heart will be buried along side him,
I loved that grown man,
And I will forever love him.
My Grandad, my papa, my Grandpa,
I love you.

EDIT: My grandad is not dead, he has a minor case of cancer- but how minor
can cancer be? Anyways, when I heard the news, I kinda freaked, and wrote
the poem. However, he is doing a lot better and I figured I could show it to
people now, but I didn't think about them having the wrong impression.
So this is loosely based on something real. Sorry for the confusion... and
thanks for posting your comments...

Tom
 
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