My Grandpa

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Tasnia Chowdhury
Ms. Asuncion
English 9 Honors, Block 3
22 February 2016
My Grandpa
                                    Walking with a wooden cane,
                                    Who would have thought you would go so soon.
                                    A person who was never in pain.
                                    With you being gone, my life has so much gloom.

                                    You taught me right, you taught me wrong.
                                    And with this knowledge I must go on.
                                    With hurt and pain in my heart,
                                    I do know that we’ll never be apart.

                                    You made me laugh, you made me cry.
                                    With these moments I will make it by and by
                                    You are gone this I see,
                                    And now you’re in heaven watching down on me.
                                   
                                    I remember how it used to be before you went away.
                                    I’d walk in every morning and you’d know just what to say.
                                    I never had to ask, I knew just where you’d be.
                                    I’d enter into the room and you’d be waiting for me.
                                   
                                    The day you left this world, I wept.
                                    Seeing you not but a day before,
                                    It was harder than I could have ever imagined.
                                    The pain is real, but so were the memories.

                                    I love you pa, and I always will,
                                    But losing you is a great big deal.
                                    The suffering has ended and you’ve gone home,
                                    To sit with our Grandma on her throne.

            

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