Grandparents Lost

 

My grandparents, they were here once,

to hold and love me,

to take me for who I am.

To listen to the song of my life,

to rejoice or grieve with me.

Grieve, grieve, grieve,

that's what I did a while back

when his coffin finally lay parallel to hers.

All the memories of times we spent together

just drifting away from us

like we were dust against the wind.

And now I think back on it all,

I think about how dad

said grandma remembered my name,

she only knew me at the last,

and I think about grandpa,

his oxygen tank by the chair, his smell overwhelming,

but I cared for him, I loved him.

I miss grandpa, I miss grandma.

But now I can only think ahead,

think of the times we will spend once again,

when my loved ones grieve for me.

 

Monique Schrader

 

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