Connections


One day my grandad slipped away,
His face sunk into a waxy,pale grey,
With a sudden stillness and a wave of your hand,
You have ventured off into an undiscovered land,
If only I could go back to when life was a breeze,
Or to say goodbye with that one final squeeze,

All I want is to hug you tight,
I know you tried so hard to stay and fight,
If only I could hear your voice once more,
Or to see your face, just like before,
The connections I have help me to grieve,
I never knew him much damage your death could leave.

You fell into your awaiting deep sleep,
Forever and a day of counting sheep,
In tears I saw you sinking, I watched you fade away,
My heart was almost broken, you fought so hard to stay.

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