Grandpa - 1997

by

Wilma Hoofard

I
It’s been one year to the day.
That you died left me just went away.

Some people say that I am selfish that I should just let go.
I’ve really tried it's hard grandpa I miss you so.

They say the pain will lesson through-out the years.
It hasn’t for me for today I sit alone in tears.

I remember the pain and terror we both went through.
I’m glad you’re no longer suffering and went on to a better place but damn it I still want you.

I long for your voice, your smell and your touch.
I always knew your death would haunt me, but I never thought it would hurt this much.

I still remember when you called me your little sweetpea.
It isn’t fair how could they have left all the choices up to me.

The scars are deep the dreams never go away only if they could see.
What a toll your death has mentally took on me.

I’m sure your death hurts more than just me.
As long as I live I will never forget what I had to see.

I guess people hurt in all different ways.
Me I just write a poem for what I fell I could never find the words to say.

If I had a choice to it (your death) all over again.
I would because I’m not only your granddaughter I’m your friend.

The last poem that I wrote were on the day you died.
My poem was read at your funeral I once never cried.

Today I’ll drink, write and cry.
I wrote this poem because I still don’t know how to say goodbye.

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