I wanted to see him,
One last time.
He was the one,
The one I always joked with.
He was full of old shoes,
And so was I.
He always gave me a big bear hug,
As soon as I walked in the door.
He was my teddy bear.
The only one.
I got sick,
And went to see him,
Yet more sickly.
I should have stayed longer.
I couldn't stand to see him in pain.
Had I only known,
I wouldn't be able to see him much longer.
I couldn't stand that sight.
Now that sight is and will forever be
Burnt into my eyes.
That is how I can only see him now.
I wish I had a nicer picture.
I could have told him one more time.
I could have tried harder to understand the slurred words.
I could have sat closer to him.
I could have held his hand longer.
But I didn't.
And will never forget my grandfather.
RIP
Jack Caulder
1929-2005
♥
Author notes
My grandfather died of cancer, and i went up one day soon before he died and saw him one last time. But lung cancer makes the breath smell, and the room, and i couldn't stand the sight of him, like that . . . :'(
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wow, i know how you feel in this poem, my grandfather died of heart failure, loved him so much. This is an amazing poem, so much feeling is radiating out of it, i love it!
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poor sad kitty. hehe great poem girl..-smiles and hugs yo-
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wow!!
this is really good!!! its writen in a very unique style and i really like it! you have a very good talent and i cant wait to read more!! keep up the good work!
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