Broken Wings

I had a dream about my Grandpa

On these broken wings I'm falling

without you here I'm lost,

I can chase the dark forever

but our paths will never cross.

I held your hand and watched you

pass away that day,

now I sit here by your grave side

to say what I need to say.

You always lived with passion

never wasting a single day,

you lived until the day you died

your love can't fade away.

No one could ever make you frown

you loved each and every one,

you never held a grudge to heart

you were Gods perfect son.

You helped me through the ropes of life

as you did with all your friends,

your sisters, your brothers, your friends to the end

you loved them to the end.

I had a dream about you Grandpa 

but I don't know what it means.

I saw you here beside me

but than fell to weary knees.

I saw you at your funeral

with a shovel in your hand,

burying your own coffin

please help me understand.

On these broken wings I'm falling 

without you here I'm lost,

I can chase the dark forever

but our paths will never cross. 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

A very poignant write to a loved soul and i have to say when one i loved died I always could think of another who would be more suited to die instead of my friend who was so kind

[Jonathan De Elvira]

thumbs up my boy...i'm so proud reading how talented you are in this poem of yours

[StarryNights]

A very beautiful poem, your grandpa would be very proud of you :) Good use of imagery!

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and sad poem. When we lose the good people in a life. Their memory will come back. In our speech and actions we will allow their memories to last forever. The elders who taught us. I believe are content when they can know. We can stand on our two feet. In the end if we walk the good life. We will join the good people in a life somewhere. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[peggy boone]

This is really beautiful.

[Scarlet Pulse]

This poem has a very nice flow to it because of the rhyming scheme. It has some good examples of imagery and leaves the reader in suspense, which is interesting. Very nice work.

[ShaneBerry]

death is the final right of passage on this planet, i am an atheist so i do not personally believe in heaven or hell, but we do live on after we die in the memories of what we have left behind us.
great write!

[Miss unknown]

This poem truly showed how sad you were losing your grandpa. It was well written. I am sorry to hear that, but I am sure your grandpa did not regret any minute of being in this Earth, to help his love ones. :) May he rest in peace. God bless.