She stares down at her hand
Remembers when he held it
He was here
She looks at the gold still shimmering
With a tear
He was here
She looks to their bureau for comfort
At their child
He was here
To the bedroom they added last winter
She remembers
He was here
In the good times
They made laugh lines
Through the long nights
They made love
Was he there
Was he an angel
Did he watch her from above
Did he remember
All those winters
All the laughter
The happy tears
Did he watch her
Still protect her
Was he here
My grandpa passed away two years ago.... it seems like yesterday... I wrote this poem before he passed but I still picture my grandma every time I read it... It's sad to lose someone... no matter whether it is suddenly or after a long illness... though sometimes a person can be grateful for the release it is never easy to go on with a part of your life missing. I love you grandpa... I miss you everyday.
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