Foot Prints In The Snow

I never thought in a million years that this would come around... This day, this moment, I can't take my eyes off of it. I want to look away but there is something about it that glues my eyes I place. Maybe it is the cold hard extioror of the box, the coffin, or maybe its the fact that I can never hear his booming laugh. it could be the realization that now I have no one to read my stories to, no one to tell me their poems and no one to sit with in the evenings and watch the rain and eat peanut butter cookies, fresh from the oven. He was my best friend, my grampa, and now he is gone. A tear leaves my eye and begins to fall to the mud. I watch as it soaks into the earth gone forever, lost in the rain. If my grampa was hear now he would say in his warm familiar voice,
"cheer up E it's going to be ok life goes on." he was the only person that called me E, my real name is Everly he called all his grandchildren by the first letter of our names. Henry is H kate is K and my little sister beat rice is B. Its a good thing that we all have different letters at the beginning of our names. My grampa always had a wise spirit but at the same time he could be the funniest person, he would laugh so hard and loud but that was ok because his laugh was a great laugh, not a cackle like my aunt Gloria or the sound a choking seal makes like my science teacher but a gentle warm laugh that could fill and room with joy. He was my best friend, alongside Grayson of course. The priest finished the prayers and then he starts to read one of my grampa poems.

"Away the wind blew,
Away, from the wood
Were in the clearing,
A person once stood

Once she was there
For in the snow
a succession of foot prints
Layed deep in a row

Soon they will be gone
The foot prints I mean
But they won't be forgotten
they weren't only a dream

The wind will remember
And pass on the truth
That a girl once stood here
one snowy day of her youth."

As if on que a snow flake fell on my black coat. Then another and another. Soon the skay was filled with little white flakes. The coffin was lowered into the ground. Everyond watched as the dirt fell in, slowly covering the cold hard box.