Wings

This poem was written after my grandpa died. I love you Papa. 12/26/12

The colors red and green should have put me in a merry mood.

But instead, I sat by a hospital bed while the angels above me viewed. 

Take good care of him and let his soul go to heaven

While I look back at all the memories and start to suffer from depression.

My birthday, the holidays, celebrations he was always there

Now I’ll wait for him to walk through the door but instead I’ll see his empty chair.

He told me stories from the war when I was young and curious

And we would eat ice cream before dinner, even though it made Nana furious.

Now I feel forced to watch his weak body wither away.

I can see it in his eyes, he is struggling to stay.

The doctors take him off the respirator and now it is just a matter of time.

He takes his last breath of air. A moment of silence is broken by heavenly chimes.

Although I wont get any sleep tonight

Knowing he wont suffer anymore makes it alright.

He lived a long happy life before Leukemia made him say goodbye

I love you Papa, now let your wings fly.