Grandpas Hand

This poem is about my grandpa who recently passed away and i thought maybey i should write a poem. Hope you like it!

Falling asleep to your deep heavenly voice

God taking you was not my choice.

I know where you are, and forever will be

Up in the heaves telling God " You see,"

"This is my family, i have raised them well

I have spread to them your word till i heard my last bell.

We must watch over them, for they must learn

that it is Ok, it was my time, my turn."

I know he is with my every single day

When i feel sad i do what he had taught me and pray.

You see, if we are sad and are letting out sighs

Know that he is in heaven and wipe your eyes.

For we know he would never want us the cry

We should be happy that he got his wings to fly.

We will see him again all we have to do is wait 

He'll be there to welcome us into the heavenly gates.

All this happening was unplanned

There's nothing better then holding grandpa's hand.

 

Author's Note

Hope you like it, i know he would..♥

Reviews

[Sujash I. Purna]

Your granddad really loved it from the stars I'm sure. A very idyllic and yet a little sad. It reminds the readers that some day or other one has to leave this world. But the words of life remain. Just someone to carry them to the future just as you've done here in this nice little poem!

The rhyming is mellifluous. Just a little editing is needed for the typos.

[mariah]

awww, this is so sweet and full of emotion. and i definatly felt like i could relate to this. nicely done!
-mariah

[Ezekiel Silver]

Great poem!! I love the emotion and the message you put in this poem. Terrific work!!!

[Writer_Girl]

Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it

[Ezekiel Silver]

No problem.