The years have long but passed since you left,
Since the life in your eyes had disappeared,
Four years gone since you took your final breath.
I think of you often hoping for your guidance,
Hoping i could have you near.
The funny thing is, although i've always needed you,
I find myself talking to you more.
Asking for your guidance, asking for your help,
Telling you my life's little inconvenience as if you were right here.
I always loved and cherished you when you were alive,
I always looked up to everything you did and how you built your life.
But yet although how strange this must sound,
I look up to you even more than i once did.
I look at where i am in life and i think of you as i go,
I remind myself of how we are connected and i'll never let you go.
Your connected with the words i write, because i gained that skill from you,
Your connected with my diy, because i loved to watch you work and build away.
My heart it often still breaks for you, wishing you were here,
Wishing i could talk to you and speak about the things i hold so dear.
I often wish i did it sooner, that i had heart to hearts with you,
But i was a scared young person who was afraid she'd face rejection
From another person she loved so dear.
I want to build a treasure chest, i want one built of wood,
Your the first person i would go to , to teach me all the right ways.
Grandad, was my first thought when the project came to mind,
But Grandad, you've long gone and passed, you're no longer by my side.
I wish this could have been our project because i would have adored to be by your side,
I would have looked on at your eagerly, happy to share this moment with you in my life.
But with you gone my plans must change, I know i'll find another way,
I won't give up this little dream even if it works out horrendously.
I miss not having you around, i think of you most days,
You probably didn't expect it but it's the truth either way.
I miss you dear, i miss you most,
I miss my grandad who loved me dearly, who loved me kind,
Who reminded me someone else loves me in my life.
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Poetry Collection: Volume 2
PoetryA collection of Poems based on different aspects of life from health to love, to depression to nature