Grandpa John

My emotions have been running this past week on fumes.  I have finally able to make sense of things and pull things together in my mind.    My grandfather passed Saturday.  It was an emotional week.  Out of sadness came some great stories from everyone as we shared in our grief.  Today I put together this poem.  I envisioned myself as a child until the moment my grandfather took his last breath.  I was at his bedside just moments before singing to him and holding his hand.  He had what appeared a tear in the corner of his eye.  I told him I hope it wasn’t my singing that was making him cry.  I excused myself and told him I loved him and he was not alone.  I returned a moment later to find the angels had taken him home.


I am going to see my grandpa today and I can not wait
He has strong hands and stands tall
He makes me laugh and picks me up when I fall


I am going to see my grandpa today and I can not wait
His stories are the best.
He seems to never stop without a rest


I am going to see my grandpa today and I can not wait
His eyes are closed and there is no sound but the
Fluttering of the angels wings all around


I am not going to see my grandpa today but
That is okay because I got see the
Angels take him away
Serendipity 2006