To my grandsons
I would like to say
That the reaper for me
Will come some day
Just in case, I don't see you
Cause on a beautiful morning
I will not wake
Someone up there
Might keep me within
My last dream
I won't be aswering
Any wake up calls
So don't look for me
Down the hall.
Where are you gonna find me?
There in your heart
And within your mind
In the archives
Filed under cool grandpa.
I've tried to meet you guys
On equal terms
You see! life is short
It comes at you fast
One minute you're here
The next you're gone
Like Houdini
Not anymore there.
Exit stage left, disappeared
Missing in action
Your face a photo
On the back of a milk carton
Or just a photo behind
Several lit memorial candles
Smiling on a once
in a life time, favorite picture.
Your poem says what I feel and touches my heart. We will all travel that road someday. I'm sure you have given your loved ones many memories to last forever.......M
Well now, I look at dying like going on a new adventure. Something I don't get to do now. When we die the past is gone. The bills, the appointments, the sad exchanges and not so fond memories. I believe it's...just love. Great poem William.
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
This one is powerful William the ending was sad.
Peace,
joselyn
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
We all leave this mortal coil, so we gotta make everday count..
Wonderful write William...I have very fond memories of my maternal grandfather, didn't really get to know my paternal grandfather...I'm sure your grandson's will have a beautiful and warm picture of their grandfather forever etched in their hearts...enjoyed.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2007
I never knew either of my Grandfather's, but I'd have to say if I had got to choose one, he'd a been a fun loving guy like you!!
Grandpa Bill, it is a wonder a bucket wasn't the designate ball in the Miami Superball, because I been hearing for years about this-one or that-one kicking the bucket.
It is the same one Truman referred to? (if you are old enough to remember the clichè)
Anyway, well done look at the reaper, he is coming like you or not.
Grandpa Georg
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excellent pen, William ...
you grandpa, and look at all the
writings you will leave them..
Poignant and powerful. When your time actually arrives, your grandsons will be blessed by it.
My father wrote poetry...my grandson - his first-born greatgrandson - was one of us who spoke at his funeral.
It takes a great deal of love to write like this ...and you surely have a beautiful love-filled heart!
Love&Prayers, Rhonda
Peace,
joselyn
Love Tinka
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
love and peace, Carole
Michael
There in your heart
They surely will, Grandpa Bill. My Grandpa still lives there.
Ted
It is the same one Truman referred to? (if you are old enough to remember the clichè)
Anyway, well done look at the reaper, he is coming like you or not.
Grandpa Georg
George