GRANDPA

GRANDPA

Growing up you were always there

Each and every day showing me that you cared.

Spoiling me every chance that you had.

Letting me know that is okay to be sad.

After school, you checked on us day after day,Listening to every word we had to say.

Each moment we spent together

Will be special to me forever..

..My best memories are those at the time of year

When we decorated for Christmas with care.

The family would gather to feast

Which now happens the least.

Christmas magic soared through the air

While you taught me how to share.

Thirteenyears I kept you in my sight.

Now all I can do is hold the memories tight.

The day your soul drifted high

My heart knew, and all I could do was cry.

..A part of my heart left with you.

The part that told me what to do.

Once at college, I became confused and lost.

I went to the church where God I sought.

God told me something I did not know.

I have your hand on my shoulder telling me where to go.

I once thought the part of me that went with you

Was lost forever and would not be put to good use.

I now realize that I never lost part of my soul.

I simply shared it with you to keep us whole.

You watched over me while you were here

And I know that you will watch over me from up there.

Grandpa, to me you meant the world.

Now with you I can live in the world.

A sign of Christmas and peace is the dove.

You taught me that to have peace one must have love.

Therefore with love one can have peace.

Together, we will indulge in life - God's feast.

My love for you, Grandpa, will soon project

Into the love you will help me use to protect.

-Amanda Jenkins

this poem really touched my heart in a way that people cant. my favorite picture, above, is a picture of my grandparents. Both have passed away. My grandma was in the year 2004 and my grandpa, almost a year. Although my grandpa's passing was a year ago, his death still mournes in my heart. He's my inspiration to what i want to become in the future. My grandpa and i were extremely close. The memory of him that i'll always keep is when i was leaving his room to head back home with my parents, he shed tears and waved and told me how proud he was of having me as his grandchild. Til this day reminiscing about him brings many many tears. Reading this poem almost brought tears to my eyes but i choose not to shed them because im in the library. But the impact my grandpa has on me is one no person can replace. I know he's in a better place but i cant help to think how he's doing. I love you soo much grandpa. Rest.in.Paradise.