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grandad
written by devil-dick12:23 AM 8/17/04i see my grandad at least three times a year.
through all these years, i never tryed to get near.
now he is ill, confined to a hospital bed.
i never really knew, how long till he would be dead.
he seemed so happy, so jolly and kind.
him being ill never crossed my mind.
each time i saw him, words shared were only a few.
about him, nothing is what i knew.
may as it may be, i love him so.
do i have one last chance to let him know?
my life i have lived, little of him have i seen.
the times with him, boring as they may have been.
made me happy, as the times were very rare.
those precious minutes, we actually share.
to see him happy, to see him glad.
he is dying now, but i am mad.
i had the chance, to see him more.
but take it? no. i walked a different floor.
i followed the path, that i chose to walk.
when our paths crossed, i stopped to talk.
now i wish, as do we all, to start again.
to choose his path, the one he has lain.
but the time is now, the choice can still be re-made.
i shall walk the path, my grandad laid.
to find out about him, and his life before.
to take the chance, to know him more.
to see life, in my head.
before he is laid in his final bed.
to remember his ways, to recall his style.
god give me time, dont let the mud start to pile.
i ask for a week, two, hopefully more.
to know my grandad, before he is lain in the floor. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
my grandad, i was told, has been in hospital alread for two weeks, and gets out the day after i was told, the bigest shock was the fact i know he hasnt got long. i hope i have long enough to get to now him. nearly 16years in a few weeks. i can only hope.
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