It must have been November
When granddaughter looked out the window,
Through the storm, to the lake,
And saw your little blue boat floating away.
You jumped to your feet,
Despite your age,
And both grandfather and granddaughter
Burst outside into the freezing rain
Upon reaching the dock, they discovered
They were to late,
And the boat was banging against someone else’s shore
You did not hesitate to follow
They came upon the boat,
To find it waterlogged,
And no amount of pulling
Would move it onto land
They tried and tried
To bail out water,
But the rain was ceaseless
And their efforts in vain
You yanked at the rope with all your might,
And went sprawling
Granddaughter anticipated a broken hip,
But you sprang back up, fiercer than ever-
If only cancer could be overcome with such resilience
And then you had an idea, of course
And set off home,
While granddaughter waited with curious eyes,
And the boat creaked and splashed
And when you returned
You dragged with you two long, rusty pipes
With a plan to wedge them under the boat,
And roll it up onto shore
But again, you were thwarted
Though you tried and tried,
The rain was relentless
And the waves were too rough
But, defeat was not in your vocabulary
And you embraced the remaining option-
With granddaughter watching in amazement,
You stepped into the freezing water
And she observed in awe,
As you waded with your boat in tow
The freezing rain could not stop you
From bringing it home
Granddaughter ran around the trees to meet you,
As you triumphantly pulled the boat ashore,
And strutted back to the house to brag to your wife,
And anyone else who would listen
Author notes
rain - norah jones. I think this fits with the song very well. My grandfather died of cancer in September. He was my hero, and he will always be in my heart. I love you, Grandpa.
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Comments
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beautiful. and its obvious that the emotion expressed wasnt exactly saddness. but pride. sad for the loss, but pride in the living before it. beautiful thank you for entering.
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This is a beautiful tribute to your grandfather and by the words in your poem, it is very much apparent that this man was your hero. I am sorry for your loss. This piece was wonderfully well written. Great write!
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Touching
This was such a wonderful story of you and your Grandpa, it really moved me to read it. It's wonderful you have memories and inspiration from him, though I am deeply sorry for your loss. I'm am sure he is looking out for you =]
All the best and good luck
Frankie xXx
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