Hello Grandpa, once again.
As we drive past the cemetery we always wave hello.
No new emotions seem to follow.
We are now frozen in thought,
because we have learned a lot from what we have been taught.
You would not be satisfied with us-- your family, not living huge on the simple things in life.
The kind of person you were did not deserve to have any strife.
If only I could see through the lens of your glasses,
through its crack, I would be able to push away life's negative passes.
And I remember the day I came home from camp,
It was like a switch from light to dark was turned on from the pulling of a string on a lamp.
My mother told me she had something to tell me.
And when I found out the news I simply could not see--
a world without you in it-- the only world I knew that was both our place.
I remember, I began to cry-- tears dripping down my face.
But oh how I am glad I visited you on that day, I must say,
The memory of seeing you will forever remain in my mind until my very last day.
I remember my mother asking me if I wanted to go.
I knew that your days left weren't going to go slow.
She had warned me that there was a tube in your throat,
But I simply could not turn down the offer, sit home and gloat.
I came to visit you that very last time.
I remember I was seven years old-- It was like G-d was doing a crime.
Taking you away from me much too soon
it was like the sun would never rise again from the dark nights moon.
I remember that the light was shining bright through the windows in your room.
The voices all around were very low and everything felt like it was in a state of gloom.
And there you were, laying there in peace through your great pain,
The pain that I had for you in my heart started to stain.
We put on your pair of broken glasses so that you could see.
I thought though that it would be too blurry.
But of course you always seemed to surpass life's challenges-- through the tube, your lips trying to move, those last few words from you were not able to soothe.
I heard you say to me “I love you” one last time. I thought, you not being able to speak was just another crime.
And, I wish I knew what happened to those pair of glasses.
The world doesn't look the same as you explained, as each day passes.
Now looking back, I remember how you kept of photo of me framed in your
room, seeing you sit at the head of the table while we ate, sitting beside you on the couch and your love was never late. You did not have an
easy life-- with your wife on strife and sicknesses threatening her
life.You only wished that at eighty-nine you would make it to ninety, and I only
wished that you would stay forever mighty.
Oh grandpa, how you brought so much joy to my young
and growing soul it's true.
No one will ever be able to fill me with as much inspiring words on life as you
would always do.
In the few years I've known you-- you taught me a whole lot, and
you were my "ten."
I can't wait to see you and say,
"Hello Grandpa", once again.
My feet brushing softly on sand, no more