One of the saddest goodbyes I have ever said was to my Grandpa yesterday. My relatives and I buried items with Grandpa that reminded us of him or stories we had with him. A couple people brought blue marbles, dice, fishing hooks, a golf ball, poems, letters, a pizza box, and a newspaper. This is the poem I wrote for him.
Grandpa Skies
The time has come to close your eyes
And take your place up in the skies.
We understand and try to see
But it is still a known mystery
Why heroes like you have to die.
Down here sings a chorus of cries,
Up there to you a breeze of sighs.
Although you are joyous and free,
We will miss you here.
Only echoes are our replies
To our voices' pathetic tries.
You are more than a memory,
Forever in our hearts you'll be.
Until the time we see you rise,
We will miss you here.
The time has come to close your eyes
And take your place up in the skies.
We understand and try to see
But it is still a known mystery
Why heroes like you have to die.
Down here sings a chorus of cries,
Up there to you a breeze of sighs.
Although you are joyous and free,
We will miss you here.
Only echoes are our replies
To our voices' pathetic tries.
You are more than a memory,
Forever in our hearts you'll be.
Until the time we see you rise,
We will miss you here.
Beautiful poem Mackenzie. Sorry for the loss of your grandpa!!
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