Grandad

This is another of my poems I cared for my Grandad for 3 yrs then he passed away it affected me deeply so I wrote this.

 

Grandad

 

I think back on the stories you told

sitting with you Watching you growing old

I wept over you wasting away

year after year then day after day

those mirrors in front of you

reflecting your fate

like a home shot movie

showing deaths closing gate

then it came to the day you died

cradled in my arms you gasped.. I cried

you fought with every laboured breath

I could feel you fighting death

your eyes glazed over it became so clear 

then I whispered in your ear

Let go... I will catch you.

◄ Leader of men

Angel ►

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Daemon Cantrell

Tue 7th Aug 2018 22:23

Thank you all for your kind words. It is an amazing site with amazing people!

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Martin Elder

Tue 7th Aug 2018 20:52

Wow that last line is sensational

'then I whispered in your ear let go....I will catch you'


marvellous poem

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Hugh

Tue 7th Aug 2018 18:32

Your closeness and commitment to your gran dad will remain with you forever,more so through writing this emotional verse which came straight from your heart.Well done.

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Darren J Beaney

Tue 7th Aug 2018 16:39

💕

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Big Sal

Tue 7th Aug 2018 16:21

Love can torture us something fierce can't it? Being caretaker is one of those things I respect much more than most other jobs out there (non-paying or not). The long, sometimes thankless hours, the half-hearted hopes of wondering when, the fatigue that sets in. . .It's not a paradise, but it is something that should be respected above all else. Some people put their loved ones into nursing homes, and some care for them until the end of their days.

It's poems like this Daemon that'll bring you and your style to full fruition. Excellent job laying this painful emotion out so others can benefit from it - that's passing on the kindness.👍

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Taylor Crowshaw

Tue 7th Aug 2018 15:05

So emotional. Love it..😭

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 7th Aug 2018 13:57

This will resonate with anyone who has witnessed the
decline and passing of a loved one. The words are terse
and to the point, the content poignant in its finality. The final line is inspired.

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