Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry

Poem 19 - Grandfather

A/N:

This is for people who miss their grandfathers. I'm not exactly one, because one of my Granddads is still alive, and I hope that he'll live for a long time, and the other one... I've never known him....

So.... I feel sad for people who are in this plight. 

I dedicate this to Kuubat. Because I'm grateful for her taking the time to read and critique my poems. =)

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Grandfather

I looked inside his wooden chest

And there beheld what he loved best:

Sundry trifles, worn and gray;

Faded pictures still blithe and gay.

I glanced upon his old table

And there saw that he was able.

I saw the books he read to me

Along with his own diary.

I touched his piano's glossy keys,

Recalling his sweet melodies.

By them, with swift and strong man's hands,

He took me to faraway lands.

I waited for the sun to set

Remembering when we first "met".

The warm blaze brought back his image:

A kind and venerable sage.

So I kissed, with sweet, warm breath

The tomb betokening his death.

I said, as I left a flower:

"Never will I have another,

Grandfather."