✡︎𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶✡︎

𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙥𝙖. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪

In a quiet cemetery, beneath the shade of a tall oak tree,
Lies the grave of my dear Grandpa, who meant the world to me.
Each day I make the journey, trudging through the rain or shine,
To pay my respects to the man I loved, whose memory is divine.

I kneel beside his headstone, feeling a mixture of sorrow and peace,
As I recall the days we spent together, memories that will never cease.
His laughter resonates in my mind, his gentle touch still felt,
And though he's gone, his spirit lives on, in the cards he used to dealt.

Grandpa was a storyteller, spinning tales of days of old,
Of wars and adventures, of heroes brave and bold.
He held me close and whispered, "You can be anything you aim for,
Just remember who you are and where you come from at the core."

His wisdom shaped my young mind, his love guided my soul,
And now that he's gone, I feel a void that takes its toll.
I try to fill the emptiness with visits to his grave,
But the ache in my heart persists, a grief I cannot save.

I bring fresh flowers each day, daisies and roses bright,
Placing them gently on his grave, a simple gesture of light.
I sit beside him, sharing my thoughts, my dreams, my fears,
Hoping somehow he can hear me, and wipe away my tears.

The wind whispers through the leaves, carrying a comforting tune,
A reminder that though he's gone, he's still with me under the moon.
I feel his presence all around, in the rustle of the trees,
In the songs of the birds, in the buzzing of the bees.

As the sun sets on the horizon, casting a golden glow,
I bid my Grandpa farewell, until the next day's show.
I leave his grave with a heavy heart, but a spirit lifted high,
Knowing that his love will never die, it will never say goodbye.

And so I continue my visits, a routine that brings me peace,
A way to honor my Grandpa, whose love will never cease.
I'll cherish the memories we shared, the lessons that he taught,
And hold his spirit close to me, in every battle fought.

For my grief for you, Grandpa, will never end,
But I find solace in knowing you're with me, my dear friend.
I'll visit your grave stone everyday, until my own time comes,
And then we'll be reunited, in a place where love still hums.

I love you