Here is the poem I mentioned in the last chapter. I still don't know how I didn't cry when I wrote this...
Forever Loved
He was fading away
But looked so healthy
Always had a smile when we saw him
But he felt so alone
We thought he had only a small problem
But it was more than that,
And we didn't even know...Outside he was always working
His age never affected him
Or he was inside watching TV about politics
And I was there to hear him talk about it
He was there for my grandma when she needed him
Even though she blames him for all of her problemsPerfectly healthy that man was
Until his drunken son pushed him down;
That caused his first heart attack
It felt like getting hit in the chest with a board he said
That was the pain he felt that night...He was no longer healthy anymore...
His body became ill,
And his heart could barely beat
All he could do was lay in bed
Always in deep slumber
One day that slumber became permanent
And he was gone...
No longer here on Earth
But forever here in our heartsGrandpa... you are forever loved
And remembered for all of eternity!
YOU ARE READING
Brookie
AléatoireA bio book about me and my tooootallllly awesome self.... obviously.