Grandpa

Today there is a silenced presence.
An angel's wings are floating all around.
Today the room is dark and grey.
Nobody can seem to make a sound.

The only sound, though, that we can hear,
Is one we've already heard too much.
Mourning hearts and wheeping eyes,
His memory, a crutch.

Though I know you walk with Jesus,
And watch me up from heaven,
I still miss you Grandpa.
Love your 'Chicki', Devan.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is so much love and light here, even in the darkness and sorrow... A beautiful song that wings its way to heaven and your dear grandfather.