Today marks one year since my paternal grandfather passed away. In remembrance of that anniversary, I am re-posting the poem I wrote at the time of his death.
The flowers not even wilted yet.
His family gathered round his body hid,
Eyes raised heavenward in prayer.
A tear begins to steal down my cheek
A single tear drips down.
And then we weep, silently at first.
It is too hard to bid adieu to the one we love,
To say "good-bye", or walk on.
And so we sob aloud, unhindered,
The feelings flow from our torn hearts
Rent by this loss so fresh.
But now it is time to walk away,
To move on in life without you.
The day I said good-bye to you,
Was certainly not the last day
I cried for you.
Copyright 2010 - Abigail C. Kautt