The way his fingers flew over the piano keys
The way the bar smelled like food, joy, and drinks
The way the patrons laughter filled the outside air
Makes him still alive in my eyes
The way he sang my name coming up the stairs
The way he hugged my brother and I
The way he he laughed at my silly stories
Makes him still alive in my eyes
The way the world turned upside down
The way the word "no" escaped my lips in an uncontrolled cry
The way my voice cracks when I speak with broken vocal chords
Makes him still alive in my eyes
The way I laugh as I recall that blue, fuzzy hat
The way I grin remembering the wooden neck tie
The way I smile at his mannerisms much like my father's
Makes him still alive in my eyes
The way he impacted every customer at the bar
The way people ask if I'm the same Dibble
The way I know they'll look at me when I say he's passed
Makes him still alive in my eyes
The way that life is still going on
The way that I am keeping myself strong
The way I know he's not truly gone
Makes him still alive in my eyes
The way I want to hug my family
The way each of us is dealing
The way I understand their different forms of grief
Makes him still alive in my eyes
The way I recall his song for me
The way we'll remember his piano playing
The way he'll be watching over our family still
Makes him still alive in my eyes
Authors note
I know he's really gone. I know he's left our world. I wrote this for myself. I love you Grandpa Rodney ♡
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Collections of Poems&Songs Volume One
PoetryA collection of poems and song lyrics. All original. Some prompted through in-class assignments most of these were written from 13-16 years old during a time that I lived in my own mind. I wanted to live in a fantastical version of my reality to avo...
