Dear Grandpa,
Many things were not on our side in life.
Were they?
You were far away,
I too young to care about which way
I would have to go
To seek your care.
Time was not ours to enjoy,
You were old while I was young.
Our times together not remembered
by one who wishes now
that she could have a chance with you.
You were always exotic.
A rare and beautiful flower that I was only blessed to see
once in a while,
Living on a tropical island,
you bloomed in beach breeze and flourish in sunshine.
Grandpa, you are one of my regrets.
It was far to long before we met,
and even then I still blame my youth
for causing me to forget.
I do not remember the lines I your face, folded up, rejoicing in seeing me.
I do not remember the sound of your voice before the stroke garbled your words,
the times over the phone,
your words, hard to be heard.
I cannot see you in my past, warm and welcoming, with arms that embraced your pride and joy.
Arms that would always seem to last, at least for me.
I only know that you loved me,
And I, in my innocent and youthful way, loved you too.
I love you more now that you are gone.
But I will not weep.
I will sing a song, a happy one
and know that one day we will sing it together.
You and I.
On and on.
SK
A tribute to my Grandfather who I did know as much as I wish I did.
