It was thriteen days before Christmas and my boyfriend's grandpa died,
As soon as I found out,my heart bursted and cried.
It's so hard knowing he won't be here,
And now I wonder if to his wife he will be near.
Sometimes I think that maybe he'll come back for that day,
To see his grandchildren play.
It won't be as so this year,
But at least we'll be with the ones that are so dear
to us.
Sure, with all the baking and other things we'll be busy,
So busy that we're dizzy,
But we'll be with mom and dad, with our annoying brother and sisters too,
We'll be celebrating His life whose heart was pure and true,
But even so, I'll be thinking of Grandpa
Because I love him too.
Author notes
I wrote this for the tragedy that happened ten days ago. It still feels strange without him here. I'd actually burn a wrapped gift this year ( if i could) so that his grandpa had a present to open. Many will be thinking about him.
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Sorry for your loss, I hope you are ok for the holidays. Your poem was really good, good luck in my contest.
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What a sad story . .
It was thirteen days before Christmas
and my boyfriend's grandpa died,
Immediately I heard the news,
I felt a sadness deep inside.
It's so hard knowing . .
This Christmas he won't be here,
And now I wonder about his wife
And whether he will be near.
Sometimes I think that maybe . .
he'll come back . . just for that day,
To smile at his grandchildren
And to watch over them as they play
Sure, with all the baking . .
Plus other things to keep us busy,
For the holiday will have us in a turmoil
To the point were we’ll be dizzy,
But we'll be with mom and dad,
with our annoying brother and sisters too,
And we'll be celebrating His life’s memories
whose heart was pure and true,
And as we think of Grandpa
Feeling so sad his gone away . .
In the middle of our holiday . .
I’ll take the time . . to pray
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