by Rachel Hart I saw him lay asleep in his dreams, Only weaker than ever before. Grief piercing my heart with hurt, Knowing the room stranger than ever before, And the bed where he laid Had brought such feelings of oddity. There he laid with loved ones surrounding, Watching each breath become more shallow. His wife began to breath into the mouth, But yet it was time to let him go. It was time to let him go to Home. I looked at the body That to which he once belonged, In each glance that I take, It seems as if he were breathing. My mind has not yet absorbed The absence of this loving man Who has brought such joy to his family and me. He would buy me Happy Meals, Which would be the treat of the day. I would make motions to get his attention To push me on the swing. He would tell me with a smile That my eyes had such sparkles. And he also told me that he was very proud of who I have become. One day, I will see him again. I love my grandpa. - Rachel Naomi Hart |