Grandad

A Poem by Dark Rose

I sit here. I wonder when my world will start. The world outside keeps revolving. My life is on its head. His death hit me harder then it should. He was supposed to live forever. He was a great man. He always helped you hole up your head. Now he is just a memory. No more grand advice. No more grandad. He took me in and never said a word. I wish i had had more time. To tell him how much he ment to me. Just one more walk threw the pasture. One more time to tell him i miss him. To tell him that i am grateful. Just to walk beside him and listen. Just one more walk. Him telling me the ways of life. To listen to him talk about his animals, his family. He didnt have to take me in. He chose to. He called me his grandaughter. He never looked at me diffrent. He always treated me the same. I never felt like an outsider. Just one more day. To hug and to talk to him. To show him how i have grown. I want him to see how much i have grown. I hope I grow up to make him proud.